Lyrics

Fragments of light shine up from the broken glass
The alleyway is damp with ominous shadows
A little girl approaches the sight
Something quivers
Something struggles
It tries to move
She stands above
She’s mysterious
Insistence you cannot believe
This distance
This trick up her sleeve
The angel statues faces weep as the butterfly flaps a wing
She reaches down and picks it up
Her little hands form a cup
This ain’t a lullaby where the angels cry and the earth will breathe as they take flight
The alley she walks inside
The ground before her holds a butterfly
Angel statues line the walls amidst the rain
They drip down tears of pain
She rips off both its wings
It was alive
Alive…
Epitome of selfishness
Can’t understand a single breath
Its fucking dead
Dead…
Tattoo shop on the corner where I get my ink done
There’s a picture on the wall where our heads are hung
I get my piece
I do my best
Bottle of Old Crow
I starch my soul to mold


No Dice

Lyrics

In this oblivion inside my cranium believable maniacal traces
I can’t replace this lack of life, apocalypse, genocide
Scorch the earth from the sky
Satellite reception 
There’s no connection 
Spawned from the last life
Everything is destroyed
Without a warning
End time 
Bridge over bodies of structures in sand
Broken down landscape where cities once stood
Float through the gardens where plants in stone bloom
Watered-down walkways the rock becomes mud
Hold on
Glued to the ridge I see love on her face
Showered by sunbeams that warm
Horizon of infinite color in place of cities that burn from their doom
Listen to my god insist that he exists
I’m his eyes to watch this world diminish
Land plague that is man’s legacy 
A virus that is now dead
Hold on for so long 
Broken down trail
Ethereal song
I’m his eyes
I’m his breath
I’m his eyes to death
Run in and tear your guts out
Life is the question we wonder about
Sailing
My back to the wind
Irises opening 
God sees through me again


Plane Walker

Aquila is the 2nd track off of our 2015 album War/Religion

Aquila

Track 3 off our album, War/Religion. Full album available for download on our Bandcamp page: https://lasttoseethesun.bandcamp.com

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Hailing from Seattle, Washington, Last to See the Sun’s dynamic sound is inspired by their wide range of musical interests. This makes it difficult to place them into one clearly labeled metal package.
The band aimed to take their listeners on a unique journey through time & space via the unexpected melodies and transitions found within their new songs. 
Their album, Observer, comes out May 2015.

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