WHISPERS
I broke my arms holding back the wind
I gave it to all to feel perfection
Now there's nothing left
If there was an art to self-destruction
I'd paint a self-portrait of dysfunction
What was too much is now not enough
There's no relief, no calm, no breath left inside my lungs
What was too much is now not enough
I'm just a shell wearing thin
There's no redemption
Whispers turn to screams
There's no comfort
No security
Off-kilter country songs with big, beating hearts, the music on “Sword Songs” captures hope and heartache in equal measure. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2017