Vizitant from Psychic Tombs by The Lungs
Tracklist
| 4. | Vizitant | 2:05 |
Lyrics
Phantom slip through the transom
Bury your pride and admit submission
Apparition distorts my vision
Manifesting with endless precision
It comes alive when I see your ghost
A bloody limb waiting for the host
And all the idle hands are ripe with decay
Specter my protecter
Cover me with your endless shelter
Spirit let me hear it
Drag me from the depths of the cavern
My loyal servant
My lonely vizitant
I’ll never harm you
I’ll only banish you
Credits
License
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THE LUNGS mantra: “make it visceral,” and with their dynamic live shows and series of independently released EPs, this Los Angeles-based punk trio has been doing just that. Driven by the daily hand-to-mouth grind that they endure and fueled by the macro volatilities that sparked the anger of so many Americans, The Lungs express their discontent with a surge of infectious post-hardcore dynamism.