How This Will End
Here we awake. Into a monotony both compelling and crushing. Upon a bed of foolish subconscious meanderings. Within a chamber of inconclusive comprehension. We’ve lost our skin. The crumbling of bone is audible. But maybe it’s just between our ears, in the midst of momentary unraveling. And the mind shall find its escape, just as the body struggles to roam. Mashed with Oats and Lactose. Double Dry-Hopped with Mosaic, Motueka, Wai-Iti and Sabro Cryo.