Harvest Of The Carcass by New Lows

Stagnant Strides

by New Lows· from Harvest Of The Carcass

Desolate stretch of road Separates me from worlds unknown Desperate to drag these bones From the festering stench of home Solitude soothes my mind From the reminders then, and the remainders of now. Making stagnant strides Against the dragging tides Distance makes the heart grow fonder, but sometimes when you're near, my mind starts to wander.