Cemetery Nights from Bleak Machinery by IN COVERT

Built on sand and secrets,
Beneath is bereft.
Built on loss and suffering,
A sacred coward acquit.
Forgive such insincerity,
Your promise bleeds into bleak machinery.
But don’t you see the promise in me?
The painted plea, such hypocrisy.
The want-to-be want-to-be,
How labyrinthine.
Don’t believe kind words from sullen resigned strangers,

All aflame with you, my burning sacred star.
Foresight so bittersweet, all aflame with you.
Abundant spurn, my just reward and mercy seat.

Your shadow stretches far,
Ain't it true like your pulse,
And the space where it stops,
I reside inside of there.
Hushabye whispers timid air,
I'm the flies humming on your wall.
You're my disaster,
But don’t you see the promise in me?
The painted plea, stained across your walls,
Your mouth, and eyes.
Where did you go?

All aflame with you, my burning sacred star.
Foresight so bittersweet, all aflame with you.
Abundant spurn, my just reward and mercy seat.

• Metal
• Punk
• alternative metal
• dark ambient
• doom metal
• industrial
• noise punk
• noise rock
• post-punk
• sci-fi doom punk
• Los Angeles