The Ground is Missing

by Escher

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released 20 January 2015

Vocals - James Broadhead
Guitar - Will Collins
Guitar - Will Brimson
Bass - Cody Rogers
Drums - Dan Ray

Engineered by Dan Ray
Mastered by Jamie King
Released by Primitive Ways Records

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Progressive metal from North Carolina.

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Track Name: The Bog
Spin into outer space. Returning fast into the atmosphere.
Burning alive. Gravitation performing light.
Controlling connection while allowing the reflection.

Unfold these souls from freedom, unfit for emission.
Untold, the false of bliss, still unfit for decision. Vision.
Sensation sedation. Holiday parade. I can see the other side.
Fire industry. Jump hang. Rage riot. Causes find audience.
Relation in revelation. Expression in inspiration. Rage, riot, control.
Let the riot go. Here we are, everywhere.
Understand the dark, it stays there.
I stand in the night, like I'm burning alive. I'm aware my mask is melting.
I see the crystals shifting. I hear the monster teething.

Deny it all. All around the bog, swimming. You've seen their face.
You've seen the day when everything is happening without an enemy.
It feels like burning, perhaps I'm just not swimming.
Drain.
Track Name: The Inverse I
Greetings earthlings. You seem lost.
There are still places to go. Wondering, discovery.
Every tick of time consuming your mind, where ever you roam.
Every pulse ceases to be: black. Now every pulse of light engage retro reflectors.
Check your retro reflector.
We have, as they say, looked towards the sky, grinding on our teeth.
This is it for me.
Post glacial rebound. Repeat, re-activate this sonar reception consuming our glimpse.
The horror! Surrender! These lasers are forever!
Light amplification, stimulated, engage: radiation.
Track Name: The Inverse II
Spreading across the galaxy, traced the lines within.
We can unlock those doors. We are traced and we can sense beyond you.
Find your self under the world. Above the universe.
One with the verse, treading beyond subtle information.
Perhaps, I know you must trust what has faced upon the moon. Invisible storm.
These lasers are forever, passing by without worry.
Surrender your mortality and the infinite possibilities.
The future has not become lost, but it's a trade for the last one.
Take a second to deactivate ghosts of old.
Competing responsibility, thrills, chemicals mixing.
Immunity to nuclear reign.
Track Name: Glacier Freeze
Sculptures are built upon nocturnal shores and animated to travel around the blinding cliffs. Hanging on as sand scratches, each step induces trance, then fixates on the next place's surrounding.
Unsure of most anything at all.
Will it be sanctuary or a journey into abnormality?
The hands, belonging beyond all things, aggravating and distractive particular rearrangement. All around you seek breadth, the frightening escape. Ice, the only test of faith.
Welcome home: the trampling. Accolades of infamy, lost and found.
Running free, still glide, spring into deep. Transient scream was to be history.
Blood thickens, darker hibernation. Freeze, no longer slip and enforce these disguises.
Crawl under cold hills, rolling; third eyes seek boldly adjusted adaptation.
Frost on the nose chills between overlapping trap of intention.