You gave it all, all your fucking life. In your conscious acceptance of despair. You surrendered. You gave over, as a self-traitor, the few bits. The few parts that made me gain respect for you. Isn't it hard now, to crawl? In your own mess, smell the stench of your own disgust. Every living day, a battle, to embrace yourself. In the depths of your hostile frame, you are offering no resistance. Was it worth the betrayal of your only few strong beliefs? Your better times will never come; they've never been. You gave in all, all your fucking life in your conscious acceptance of despair. You surrendered.
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