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The Tower

by Surface Wounds

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The Tower is an exercise in austerity. It's powerful, primal, and direct, delivering dark and memorable lyrics over harsh and biting guitars. Not even 15 minutes long, The Tower exemplifies the genre, wasting not a second of time in this tight 4 track EP.

Surface Wounds cares not for sonic purity, but it in no way inhibits a fantastic EP. The sound is raw, and honest, and grim. They know their strengths and get off the "stage" before they outstay their welcome. Favorite track: Exposure Therapy.
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1.
When all that remains Is a stone monument Birds still will sing When all that remains Is a fading monument The wind will not rest Every step Forward Twists the knife, But this is No way To survive Running and running Out of time But it’s the running that Keeps me alive, Always hiding From nothing And I’m learning Just the same Spare me the Heart ache Of meaning A thing, All will Forget me I’m content With my place; All our pain Means nothing There’s no shame In separating It’s not such A bad fall, You just need To let go I exist in bated breath to rid of the blood on these useless hands. I plummit to darkness where I stand. I exist in a morbid essence to shed my skin of hopelessness. I descend into hell everywhere I stand. We're not owed help, nor harm. We carry on over encumbered, sinking into the dirt where we stand. Just let go.
2.
I spend my nights searching For the break in the chain That hides past my eyes And keeps me awake You can take this As an attempt to pray As if it’s done me Any good, anyway I harbour resentment for the sun By it’s rise, the damage is done The deprivation makes me face Everything I would rather erase For all I let slip through the cracks I bid my time and I want it back Another night turning In my grave A chance at rest has Gone to waste I’m forced confront What brings me pain I take solace in the fact That lying awake Keeps me attached, Dwelling on what I can’t take back Memories are all I have A single arrow sent From the quiver in my aching voice Now I’m begging I want it all To turn black
3.
Milk Sop 03:09
Misery, Is all that you bring Who could have seen The villain you’d be A couple drinks Is all it took To make you show Your true colours Every single One of your friends Were a means to an end; Wipe that look Off your fucking face That shallow charm’s Your only saving grace We all know your Kindness is feigned You’re worth not Praying for, But on. You Should have stayed gone You’re nothing but a coward How are you still Fucking smiling
4.
Nerve Death 02:00
The shards of all my Chipping teeth Tear my throat up While Im asleep; Jagged edge My tongue is bled Only decay Inside of my head The flesh on my bones Is dirty and rotted Forget me Let me sink to the bottom Feels like I’m always running from nothing And I’m learning just the same I long for days When I can’t feel A thing Better than feeling I’m wasting away, I long for the days- All thats left is time Gone to waste What’s it worth While out of place

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All Proceeds from this EP to be donated direct to Mi’Kamq Treaty Rights and Moderate Livelihood Fisheries. Or you can donate yourself by PayPal or etransfer to monicah@sipeknekatik.ca

Everything written and recorded by Surface Wounds at Mount Olympus Records.
Produced/Mix/Master by Michael Bowers.
Cover art created by Madéa LeBlanc

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released October 9, 2020

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Surface Wounds Saint John, New Brunswick

Metalcore from Saint John, New Brunswick.

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