Final Draft The Things We Leave Behind - Album Booklet

Acknowledgements To my bandmates, we’ve been through so much and we’re about to do so much more.

To my family and wife for their constant support. I couldn’t do this without you.

Breakdowns brought us here.

Contributors ALL MUSIC WRITTEN AND COMPOSED BY

Colton Bennett

MIXED AND MASTERED BY

Cameron Argon

COVER ARTWORK AND DESIGN BY Cat Bennett

All songs written by Black Clothes © 2025.

Any unauthorized distribution, copying or rental is punishable under federal law. All rights reserved.

Made in Canada,

Who is Black Clothes?

Black Clothes evolved from a need for self-expression for Colton Bennett, one of the founding members of deathcore band, AngelMaker.

Combining influences from black metal, hardcore, slam, and death metal Bennett’s project is a genre-bending leap into the unknown.

Disenchanted when the love is gone// glistening sparkles fade to specks of dirt// sugar sours to vinegar// what was sweet is now bitter// the layered veils of passion and flavour peel// and fade into nothingness// I will get over this//

Gone olive branches overextending// bending and cracking// like brittle arms mummified from years of abuse// I’ll hold your hand as you tie the noose// tie the fucking noose// into nothingness

Mutiny in the Black Abyss be strong my hand// my pulse running thin// overthrowing, overthrown// the sky is dark, lost in avv mist// we stand up against the tyrant king// mutiny in the black abyss// as I look over the edge// I see only blackness// empty hearts receding// broken and unfeeling// a final blow// cold steel breaking skin// your time is over// our time begins

Memories Pt 3 memories// opulent and fading// linger like a restless ghost// with a purpose unfulfilled// the ones of you I tried to kill// crystalline images blur and fog// blur and fog// destitute aspirations like dwindling apparitions// hopelessly and endlessly//

The Things WE Leave Behind a taste of victory// smooth, yet bittersweet// roses decorate your headstone// your words, they taste like irony// we fought and we played for victory// I won’t go back there// you can’t put me back to sleep// we thought we were immortal// but those were lies you sold for cheap// no parting words// now you’re six feet deep

The Path racing away// wind strong at our backs// a dragon slain// the battle is won// as we go forward, our swords held high// effervenscent euphoria yet a silent foreboding// as we follow our path forward// brilliant and shining sun// we understand the price of what has been done