Concrete Gallery from Time Well by Cloakroom

Running through a cold rain as if the pace could keep you dry The trap ‘round my leg
Underneath this maze of pine
Clothes catching nails under the wire, over the rail
As if they were always there for you
Where I belong is to the crows, and carrion
Following a harpy song, so easily amused
Hell fires roar, pulling the iron out of the ore
Fashioning a bastard sword to carve through
Frail worlds away covered in holes,
Cleansed in flame
And if there is another way
I would choose the blade
Cutting through the fog bank
Underneath this diving bell
In this world, on this plane
I could never quite break the spell
Down the stairs and up the steps again,
My compendium of concrete
And they try to bend me to their will
And they're trying still
Darkness
Held in shadow of the ashen hill
Incorporeal bloodbath
Up the stairs and down the steps again
My compendium concrete

• Alternative
• indie rock
• post-hardcore
• rock
• shoegaze
• stoner rock
• Northwest