Uploaded February 2023 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
From the album "Sacred Mirrors", out now on Facedown Records.
Merch - facedown.merchnow.com/collections/fallstar
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/5ppBq9nJtiq1Z322HNCq6N
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/album/sacred-mirrors/1668491500
Lyrics:
Hands to the sky. Lacerate your skin and sacrifice. But still they never open their eyes. Hands to the plow. No tortured shouts reach their righteous ears. To keep the peace they’ll let u drown,
and rip the prophets tongue out of his mouth. How long will you scream in vain? How long?
So futile yet so holy is the…
Doomsayer. How sweet your awful sound. You see the truth that lies under the surface. They cover up your mouth. To drown your voices out. You see the truth that lies under the surface.
Four hundred million arms enable wicked hearts. Worship this age of lead. Worship your god of death. As the water rises your foretelling goes unheard. Accelerationists are many and the workers are few. Can you hear their violent song? The Death rattle carries on. Bane of the blind devout. Fate of the outcast for the…
How long ‘till we can face the truth that saves us? How long will we keep searching for meaning in the white noise? Hello Oblivion. Hello Oblivion.
#FacedownRecords #Fallstar #SacredMirrors
From the album "Sacred Mirrors", out now on Facedown Records.
Merch - facedown.merchnow.com/collections/fallstar
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/5ppBq9nJtiq1Z322HNCq6N
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/album/sacred-mirrors/1668491500
Lyrics:
Hands to the sky. Lacerate your skin and sacrifice. But still they never open their eyes. Hands to the plow. No tortured shouts reach their righteous ears. To keep the peace they’ll let u drown,
and rip the prophets tongue out of his mouth. How long will you scream in vain? How long?
So futile yet so holy is the…
Doomsayer. How sweet your awful sound. You see the truth that lies under the surface. They cover up your mouth. To drown your voices out. You see the truth that lies under the surface.
Four hundred million arms enable wicked hearts. Worship this age of lead. Worship your god of death. As the water rises your foretelling goes unheard. Accelerationists are many and the workers are few. Can you hear their violent song? The Death rattle carries on. Bane of the blind devout. Fate of the outcast for the…
How long ‘till we can face the truth that saves us? How long will we keep searching for meaning in the white noise? Hello Oblivion. Hello Oblivion.
#FacedownRecords #Fallstar #SacredMirrors
