My past's a story I tell myself
But it changes every time it's read
Retraced the lines to find that I'm not alone in my head
Over my shoulder I feel it breathing
God, I wish someone was left
My past's a story I tell myself
But it changes every time it's read
Every crack on the floor
Is conquered
The mistakes you deplore
Are haunted
What you're going toward
Can't alter
What you can't ignore
I'm straining
Ripped vocal cords
I'm stressing
Till every synapse is torn
My conscience
Is where this anger is born
And I'm rotten
To the fucking core
It's written on your face
Complacent shades of gray
Retraced the lines to find that I'm not alone in my head
Over my shoulder I feel it breathing
God, I wish someone was left
My past's a story I tell myself
But it changes every time it's read
It's written on your face
Complacent shades of gray
Self-satisfaction will crush you with its weight
Better put your ego in chains
I swear you'll never learn your place
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
These riffs have menacing swinging grooves. I can't get enough of it, beatdown, metalcore, hardcore, Deathcore, whatever. This is some heavy as fuck music. Phil Jeffrey
Supplementing sasscore insanity with bolstered vocals and pop-punk songcraft, the California band are kicking ass and breaking boundaries. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner