EPISODE · Mar 10, 2026 · 3 MIN
Brittle Us
from Brownwall · host Brownwall
A letter unsent airs the darkest truths Brittle us We apologize for all the bad blood Brittle us We fester inside building a claim Brittle us The edge of a cliff staring at rocks Brittle us Awaiting their feast without a pause Brittle us We're resigned to a fate without a fight Brittle us We brandish the sword that we fall upon Brittle us The gravedigger Measures our size Send me packing Buried my disguise in sand Cause now I'm willing I'm tired of watching us fall down on flattened ground Such a softened state With bones so brittle we should call it a day The gravedigger Measures our size Send me packing Buried my disguise in sand Cause now I'm willing Micah Robinson - Guitar John Makarewicz - Drums Steve Murphy - Bass Nick Nunziata - Vocals
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