Does your ironic tongue serve to ward a certain air?
To shield against a warm breath
that blows past every now and then
Laying bare all the efforts, recall begotten pain
Or perhaps you’ve borne all you could?
Left to swallow bitter pills
with laughter pouring into the void
And if one can’t be touched, than one can’t be hurt
I am no arbiter, no judge you’ll stand before
In the end we die alone, gazing in a mirror
But when the day is done breaking
and your feet just fall into space
I would rather contain it all
than crumble with the walls I’ve built
I would rather embrace it all
than know that I turned away
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023