May you be swept away before a burning wind
Consumed like kindling by fire
The evil deeds never repented for leave a stain that we shall never be blind to
Your right has become void, the oath is vain
The joy you have taken cannot be made anew
Their world has been broken and cannot be remade.
Open, fixed and unfocused
Sitting upon a cold throne
Looking out upon those you claim to love
Their sorrowful fates
And nothing escaping your sight
Feigning pity with no movement
Your actions lay on their souls like lead weight
Process of disconnection, a back turned to every cry
Leaves just the questions: how’d they come up with this shit?
And how did we develop a taste for it?
Rejection of contact as doctrine.
Preying on the vulnerability of uncertainty and weakness of place
Promising to fill the unfillable void and loneliness
Amateur conjuring of an unseen world
Your actions lay on their souls like lead weight
What aspect of their loss keeps you warm?
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024