We’ve been running so far, we can’t breathe
We’ve been lost for so long we can’t see
We searched for ourselves, but we found fear
‘’Soon’’ they said, "the end is near."
With anchors in our spines, we strive toward the skies
Tangled are the lines which show our failed tries
Keep the poison in the mouth, swallowing the pride
The never-ending snout will always chide
Tear your nerves out for the sake of survival,
Chew your own tongue to silence the rival
Despondent ubiquity kept us all docile
Long before you tried to dig out the fossil
Born and raised, torn and praised
Soured blood kept us hazed
Uncompromising New England powerviolence saturated with sludgy riffs, caterwauling grindcore vocals, and satisfying breakdowns. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2024