To a Breathless Oblivion

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To a Breathless Oblivion · The Black Dahlia Murder
Nocturnal
℗ 2007 Metal Blade Records, Inc.
Released on: 2007-09-18
Music Publisher: Crushing Skulls Music
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[@nickytheanimal2413]

Rest in peace trevor the world will miss his voice

[@justinsane6661]

This song is hard to listen to knowing what happend with trevor. I hope he found the answers he seeked beyond those cursed stars above. We love and miss you. TREVOR FOREVER

[@austingoodrich1468]

It's overwhelming how much of a poet he was

[@alexat420]

Slowly realizing how many of their songs are about suicide. Such poetic gore

[@daxdawg1]

it was all shown in the music how hurt you were. im glad you have escaped this hell. rest in peace.

[@TiEDiE.MUSiCKiNG]

🤟🏻😈NOCTURNAL is honestly my favorite BLACK DAHLiA album ever

[@bakedspade]

Brings a smile to my face seeing all the quotes of the lyrics in the comments. Trevor was genius level in terms of his writing, if I ever have a son I promise he will be name after Strand.

[@BlueBirdsProductions]

this band is insane crazy I have only just found them, woulda loved this stuff back in 2013

[@MrRobdog420]

Miss you Trevor. You truly were a poetic genius in my opinion. Thank you for the music you graced this world with....

[@nathanielserra874]

A sorrow so deep and almost hurts my soul.

[@madnessinisolation]

"Beyond those cursed stars above

[@Empede23]

HAIL TREVOR! HAIL! FUCKING HAIL!

[@jesuscontreras124]

Those lyrics

[@nathanielserra874]

2 am after work ride thank you

[@TheSl0thinator]

No one can truly

[@ragztheking]

My number 1 TBDM track of all time . .

[@awildgengxr9021]

we came for the song. but were really here for the transition into warborn.

[@recession81]

So fucking heavy

[@babyeatingfoxes1675]

You do you Trevor.

[@captaincalmag4953]

The chairs been kicked a rope tied to the rafters Blue-faced and broken necked I die Relieving my vision from that sick fucking stare Of that hated sun burning the sky Slumped like a headless scarecrow, cold and limp against the wall Blood paints a pattern of Rorschach's design Thawing the winter that burdens this heart Shit stained and shameful, an exit in disgrace Not a splash but just a ripple left I end in this life in vain, in vain (Solo) In the dead of the darkness, I breach the still lake Toward the reflection of the moon The night colored liquids arresting my lungs Finally at peace in this watery tomb Destroy this fragile body to be gorged upon by worms Not a splash but just a ripple is left in the wake of merciless scorn Beyond those cursed stars above, lies the answer that I seek On the backs of bullets rides my name, longing to kiss my cheek Resentfully decline, retire this hated life Without guilt I break these veins, carved with salvation's knife (Solo) Turn not away, avert not your face; this is how it was meant to be In silence found hanging there, 'bove a pool of waste The beauteous workings of mortality No one can truly, touch another parallel never to cross Pointless, fumbling, sad mistake; only capable of pain Beyond those cursed stars above, lies the answer that I seek On the backs of bullets rides my name, longing to kiss my cheek Resentfully decline, retire this hated life Without guilt I break these veins, carved with salvation's knife