I
Feel like the dirt
That I
Grew from
And am now
Stuck in
I have nothing to hide
I'll show you my roots
To tell you the truth
I am made of
Stolen thoughts,
Broken hearts,
And mixed matched parts
That weren't meant to fit
I
Feel like dirt
And I'm
Not even dead
Or at least
I think I am
Wasted space
Because I don't
Appreciate
The pictures
And chances
I’ve been given
I want to be able
To draw those lines
And give up all that I’ve called mine
I have listened to too many useless words
And held on to things that have no worth
Nothing carries enough weight to make me change
If I'm a node between these waves
If not, my cast was set
in the mold or I have already sold
myself down the river
(So there's no point)
The spindle spun but the damage was already done
I will disintegrate into the ground and this corpse
Will give the warmth
Of the ideas I thought I'd stored
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019
A post-hardcore megalith from the UK: churning guitars, spacey arrangements, and explosive vocals both screamed and sung. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2019