ERRA - Eidolon

ERRA’s self-titled album is out now: Lost within the dream. Wake Up. Last rites spoken in pantomime. The watcher stands unwavering. Dictating actions that follow at his will. All the while bound to his throne. Every moment kneels at his feet. Steadfast. Unfluctuating. There is no hesitation. And if you ask, I will follow. With your hands, place grace upon me, so I may not be forgotten. Forging pages of hopes and dreams, for the story I have written. This won’t dissipate uneasiness, but grant me strength in times of sorrow. This time I’ve wasted carelessly. Stood by and watched it sink. These walls closing in on me. All the while I sulk and weep. The face of the watcher looks away. This weight of disappointment is crushing. No second glance passed on me. Every moment I’ve wasted, chasing infatuations already fading. So I plead, remember my name. With your hands, place grace upon me, so I may not be forgotten. Forging pages of hopes and dreams, for the story I have written. The watcher