Everything has just shut off. I try to call someone. Why bother? Silence. I know it has begun. The world has just drifted. A I will survive it. In the pitch black dark, all I can hear is the sound of panic. Standing out with the rest of them. Everyone is grabbing an escape for themselves. Everyone is robbing the dead. It could be me. No way to see where I'm going. It is not coming back on. How can I stay here? I will eventually die. Leave, do what you can. The only thing that's left to me is the choice of how I will be dying. Tomorrow.
Members of FTF and The Sun Through A Telescope come together to create dark and haunting atmospheres with heavy droning guitars driven through walls of noise. Fuck The Facts