The Hearing

The Hearing

Dec 26, 2019


When the moment comes to light the lost and it’s eyes on you

Leaving us no legacy but residue

It’s when you preach your promises like the filth was always there

Like we were always dead

— from Caligula’s Horse - “Slow Violence”




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We stand at the edge and watch the whole world crash around our feet

This is more than each of us

This will be the end of us now

I swear it

Believe me

Just one word

And welcome home was all we heard

Through bars we built ourselves

They’ve already won

Just one word

And welcome home the empty herd

She always said “I won’t believe it - You’ve found your voice, now let me hear it!"

— from Caligula’s Horse - “A Gift to Afterthought”