"one.
He burns like holiness, like glory, like the fire of a sun not yet seen and you can’t help but stare.
He is fire and ash and burning, burning, burning.
(Fire was not made to be held in human skin.)

two.
He is rage and ruin, sorrow etched into the space when bone meets muscle.
You don’t think he’ll ever die.

three.
Fire always burns itself out."
~Keith J. Castillo

[side a. -- instrumental (1-14) | side b. -- lyrical (15-28)]
[artist -- nutterbutternatsu @ tumblr]

28 tracks