No more sorrow. No more pain. No more hanging our heads like flowers in the rain. No more sorrow. No more pain. No more.
The boy is his mothers bastard son. He looks like the one they don't talk about at all. He lives his life like a tortoise on the run. Home at his back trapped in slow motion.
The mother is the idol, a goddess of survival. She's been through hell yeah that's for sure, but hells door will open no more.
The boy is his mother’s bastard son. He looks like the one they don't talk about at all. He lives his life like a tortoise on the run. Home at his back trapped in slow motion.
credits
from Exploded View of Home,
released March 10, 2017
Recorded by Kenny Tye
Drums recorded by Roger Camero
Mixed by Kenny Tye
Mastered by Jack Shirley at The Atomic Garden
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