Idle burn, going up on the switch
Barrel into a violent turn
Burn through the mist
Cold sweat, white knuckle fist
With everything to prove
Lay it on the line
With everything to prove
With everything to lose
Time to shine
Crash course on the inside
Truth to find
The real comes to call
The spoke filled wheel shimmers on the plane
The rain soaked streets crack under pain
Fate will hang on the razor’s edge
With luck on your side…
You get keep your head
The chemicals of a bad dream
All senses fired
Mortality shall fade in the dark of the day
But in the light of this nocturne wasteland
All debts shall be paid
Apparition exist right at the interface Death and Doom. Turgid yet predatory, miserable yet arrogant. With an album name like 'Feel' I'm a bit let down by the complete lack of syrupy saxophone solos, but it's a strong package regardless. Ghuughra