Sightless from Split by Coup D'état

Behold the sun
As old as tradition
Forged from the ashes
Of those unloved…
Ritually disposed
Forsake centuries
Of unseen violence
For a Cold. Dead. World

The angels have been watching
Nigh on two thousand years
Many dissonant voices
Bleed from their maws
Prying eyes watching
With gazes holier than thou
Never to interfere
But to cast their retribution

Strain yourself
From reaching towards heaven
The bloodied cracks, barely hidden
(Through strife by your own hand)
Exercise your self-flagellation
In fruitless devotion

Corroded vision, rotted insides
(Violence builds upon scarcity)
Cherish what sparse love remains
(Show me beauty)
That pierces through the fog
(Show me the Sun again)

Why won't you stop the bleeding?
This Place is a knife in my chest (This knife was built for two)
(Show me beauty!) That pierces through the fog
Show me the Sun again!


• Metalcore
• Punk
• emoviolence
• hardcore
• screamo
• Kelowna