The Feast is built around a filthy, hypnotic bassline that drags you in and doesn’t let go. The guitars creep in like shadows, and the vocals hover somewhere between a chant and a warning — eerie, raw, and low-lit.

It’s not trying to be clever. It just grooves. Slow. Dark. Intentional.
Best played alone, or with something burning.

Lyrics

My sweet and Innocent,
Blissfully unaware of his demise,
Poised, the reaper is waiting to strike,
Thirsty for more than whiskey tonight.

Sick, a world full of venom inside,
Even the serpent is hesitant to bite,
Trapped, im telling you i'm alive,
But you cannot hear my screams above your pride

If this is this is all part of your master plan,
A stain will befall your religion,
And self flagellation will only undo your chances of getting to heaven

They may not decry all the lies that you spread, 
Your tendrils in deep blur their vision,
But soon you will scatter from our promised land
When the truth out weighs your derision.

This is not my repentance,
This is my release,
When they unearth your crimes,
They'll have you for the feast

The Feast

[intro]
Bless the fault line, bless the bend
Lord let the ending catch me clean
No long fade, no soft breath to defend
Just a flash in between the scenes

[verse 1]
Falling for gravity's grin
A slow bleed, a slow spin
Each and every breath a smaller sin
Every sunrise wearing thin

Still, I pray, quiet and polite,
For the lightning with good aim tonight

[pre-chorus]
Watch me leap into the gray
Light the fuse and find me halfway

Can’t crawl through the years again
This body’s a lease I can’t defend
If mercy comes in metal and flame
I’ll call it by it proper name

[chorus]
Give me the slipstream, the sudden end
A holy arrow, I can’t amend
Don’t want to rot by degrees and pretend
Just a clean exit
Amen

[verse 2]
Born running from the long slow fade
Time’s the debt I never paid
Mirrors crack everywhere I've stayed
Truth’s the blade of glass I made

The grave hums my secret wish
A quiet pact, a whispered hiss
When I go, let it be art
A spark, a pulse, a missing part

[bridge]
Don’t mourn me too mild
Don’t paint me too kind
I’m just bored of this crawl
God's cruel design

[final chorus]
Give me the slipstream, the sudden end
A holy error, I can’t amend
Don’t want to rot by degrees and pretend
Just a clean exit
Amen

[outro]
Amen, amen, amen
Amen, till the silence answers back

Clean Exit

Very little is ever just one thing...

--BEWARE--
Unearned Wisdom
-and-
Smiling Glad-Hands

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