You thought you had me good.
Tomb sealed and welded shut.
But you never heard the call-
the storm grows beyond the wall.
All I know is silver and copper touch-
window in
but nothing out there for us.
Round and round the truth we turn,
conspiring against the ones we thought had made us.
If and when the seas draw in,
we'll turn against the ones who try to claim us.
I feel,
I feel.
I feel,
I feel.
Yeah, I feel.
Oh, I feel.
Yeah, you probed for a monster,
you maimed for a joke.
Well the winds,
they are changing,
we rise from the smoke
and I feel,
yeah I feel,
no more.
Kansas City trio Flooding draw out the more mystical qualities of slowcore and noise rock for a heavy sound that's less stony than doom. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2023