I, awake to the gray skies
I, inhale the toxic air
I, can't stand another day here
Every second, a new hell
Oldsville
Oldsville
I, hear whispers of places
Myths and rumours, but some are true
Some are close, just beyond the horizon
I, could travel there
I, must escape this place
Before it drains me of my life
I must travel to the gardens of the sucrose trees
My only hope for internal peace
Oldsville
Oldsville
Under a blanket of darkness I take my leave
Moving silently, soon I will be free
Treacherous path awaits, but I stand for the task
I will move on to better places than
The indescribable Fawn Limbs return with another LP that slams together grindcore, math rock & experimental music to jaw-dropping effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2021