Jul 2, 2026 · 1 hr 28 min · 10 segments
Catastrophe Rising - The Mummy Greg Bullock - In Other Words Orcus Nullify - Close Eyes Bellhead - Threats Byronic Sex & Exile - Bello Ciao (Avanti) Stars And The Underground - Echolocation…
[singing] Guess some things are better unsaid.
[singing] You walk like a zombie but you dance like the dead.
[singing] Pitch black tunnel, can you hear an evil cackle? [singing] The moon shines down on the face of a jackal.
[singing] Thunder cracking off in the distance.
[singing] Swarms of locusts with no wings from existence.
[singing] Races in the night breaking bones to come through.
[singing] Catastrophe rising like the face of the rude.
[singing] Guess some things are better unsaid.
[singing] You walk like a zombie but you dance like the dead.
[singing] Pitch black tunnel, can you hear an evil cackle? [singing] The moon shines down on the face of a jackal.
[singing] Thunder cracking off in the distance.
[singing] Swarms of locusts with no wings from existence.
[singing] Races in the night breaking bones to come through.
The deeper the trench, the higher the climb.
Long had we, we tried.
A page in the story left behind.
More than you, more than I.
Awake in the morning, it's a very good sign.
With each new step, we climb.
To stay engaged, to feel alive.
With a brand new day in sight.
A page in the story left behind.
More than you, more than I.
A page in the story through the eye
eyeFor all time.
The deeper the trench, the higher the climb.
On hand and knee, we tried.
With every breath, through muck and grime.
In every track, we'd write.
A page in the story left behind.
More than you, more than I.
A page in the story through the eyes.
Chronicled saved to immortalize.
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[singing] Guess some things are better unsaid.
[singing] You walk like a zombie but you dance like the dead.
[singing] Pitch black tunnel, can you hear an evil cackle? [singing] The moon shines down on the face of a jackal.
[singing] Thunder cracking off in the distance.
[singing] Swarms of locusts with no wings from existence.
[singing] Races in the night breaking bones to come through.
[singing] Catastrophe rising like the face of the rude.
[singing] Guess some things are better unsaid.
[singing] You walk like a zombie but you dance like the dead.
[singing] Pitch black tunnel, can you hear an evil cackle? [singing] The moon shines down on the face of a jackal.
[singing] Thunder cracking off in the distance.
[singing] Swarms of locusts with no wings from existence.
[singing] Races in the night breaking bones to come through.
The deeper the trench, the higher the climb.
Long had we, we tried.
A page in the story left behind.
More than you, more than I.
Awake in the morning, it's a very good sign.
With each new step, we climb.
To stay engaged, to feel alive.
With a brand new day in sight.
A page in the story left behind.
More than you, more than I.
A page in the story through the eye
eyeFor all time.
The deeper the trench, the higher the climb.
On hand and knee, we tried.
With every breath, through muck and grime.
In every track, we'd write.
A page in the story left behind.
More than you, more than I.
A page in the story through the eyes.
Chronicled saved to immortalize.