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Weeks of Darkness

by Days of Light

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1.
Come Undone 05:55
I'm waiting for the heavens To fall down on me It's been hanging there for weeks The end for everything I again have built For I could've seen the signs But didn't want to give in Ignoring the ugly taste of truth Sleepwalking through the endless days The weeks of darkness Made life a little less whole again... I come undone Hope is a cruel mistress But even more hopeless as a slave There's never time to draw the line To mark beginning from the end The clear shadow of the shame Spreading from my shattered feet The slave stares with widened eyes Seeing hope where nothing can remain I come undone With each passing moment The weeks of darkness A little less whole again
2.
Departure 03:13
This departure from the weeks of darkness Somehow adoration turned to ashes in my mouth I can't claim any hate but these are the opened eyes They can see blame for someone other than oneself Not that they're gone, the feelings of worthlessness Habit of locking eyes and always seeing black For growing without confidence how could you get it back? But at least there this one roadblock cleared out of way This decision is not from my heart or my soul But I do believe it is now something I have to take Emotional dead-ends recently have seem to lost their charm Irony lies heavy-handed on my crooked back It's hard to rise again from the pit you dug for yourself Home is where the heart lies and hands grasp the earth Under these winds the future may seem unconcievable But at least now there may be something worth the wait
3.
Faceless and without mercy The dawn is settling in Hard light crawls down the wall Suddenly, without warning The memories flooding in Last night pushing down the doors ....and taking me Flashes of out of focus images floating by Disconnected droning words Nothing to be afraid of Just another wasted night Among all others of this wasted life Dreams of smiles on foreign faces The filling and unfilling of glasses Somewhere else there is someone else Trying to forget the corresponding memories The hands were tied Grasping for control Trying to sell the soul Few joyful moments Traded for a years of loss Surely there are demons Envious for the rate of of this exchange The hands were tied Grasping for control Trying to sell the soul The heart is blind Just beating for the thrill Trying to lose control And I could be content Safe within the circle But the need to chase the shadows Was more powerful still Lost all control Free from all control Wasted and without mercy Leaving behind few more dreams Collapsing throught the door and shutting down Without thinking gained or lost control
4.
The Promise 03:33
There was a hundred little things I promised to myself At some point it is just easier to stop promising or caring Turn the blind eye to the crumbling image of self Make absolutely no decisions at all Let entropy take care of all your worries Watch everyone you at any point had known Slip away like ghosts or dust in an autumn wind Something powerfully binding like friendships still wither for absence Constant escaping from ever diminishing circles Spiral down in to the vista of emptiness you have painted on your own Feeling safety for no imaginable danger can exist here Until you imagine it and it's time to draw in further Further and deeper, all the way Mother of all promises To live, to wither and someday die
5.
Unmoved 07:27
Sealed safe within Where nothing ever happens Anticipating nothing Nothing for years to come Nothing to say Watching and waiting For something to break Reasons to stay But nothing can be made still Walls can't hold on forever by magic alone Streams were made to flow free Trees meant to grow - but what of me? Still just shedding leaves For there are days of strange activity Waking up and starting to see the world anew So far those times ended in bitterness They are the start and the end A reoccurring dream I often wake up from With the words I wrote but never wanted to hear But what of dreams if all you do is sleep It's tempting to just ignore, but so it reads... "You just love this misery Bitterness fuels the fires, you've never wanted to change Stop excusing yourself Live the poisoned life you always had fantasized about" And that might be the worst of everything Being confronted by none other than oneself To hell with the know-it-alls, be it part of yourself It's time to medicate, to numb and intoxicate For I am, what I choose Not defined by others Not a victim of consequences Slaved no to emotions Adhered to no ideals Unmoved by the world Or so I used to think
6.
The Fine Art 06:25
The fine art of leaving everything behind Time after time in the most casual fashion Reverting back to a baseline of function All the gains thrown carelessly aside Dreading the colliding past The careful redesign of image and past Decorated with false memories But this right here is the clean bedrock Where all the lies were built towards the skies Dreading the colliding past The entropy - a function of shame against time Running towards another beginning Leaving past less time to catch up To push the fear back for longer still To face against shame longer still
7.
The words had their time Yet never anything was said Nothing was implied But I took it all to the heart And now I have gone beyond my years Road-worn, collecting centuries worth dust And nothing came from all the ideas Aspiration - A flower never watered The flashes of a life that may could've been Don't really hurt, no more - but are added to the pile Of the burdens one chose to carry, all by themselves Weight of the world forcing down the shoulders Oh how glad I was to shake off from mine Step by step for you the road grows longer I can't carry even a handful of pride And you have gone pushing on the boulders Over even the rockiest of hills Doesn't look much but from where I stand Nothing ever will... Weight of the world You know I never wanted to pay the price Never to accept that time flows on And whe I loved I loved like a fiend Feeding on emotion until the vein was dry Never to - like you would - to built it stronger Lay foundations designed to take the blows To withstand in jaws of entropy Carry the weight of the world

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The second of what seems to become an annual Days of Light release. Everything that the debut is, but a bit more. Unique blend of Doom, Death and Black Metal, with plenty of low-tuned fuzz, dark psychedelia and rotten groove

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released March 31, 2017

Miika Keskimäki - Writer, Producer

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