‘’We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.’’
Robert Frost
Tearing our minds apart from the skulls
We seek to find what never hides
Introverted thoughts weighing us down
Gleaming with doom, they break us in half
Searing wounds show no life
When there’s nothing left inside
Just the red flesh kept alive
By the aching soulless cry
Hunt the secret, take it down
Pierce the vessel, let us drown
Burn the throne and break the crown
Lift the veil of renown
Show us what’s behind the gown
…Wry…
…Smile…
Gouging faceless creatures
Hungry nescient souls
Never finding answers
Of the untold
…Lies…
We all bathe in
…Cries…
The secret never
…Dies…
We all bathe in
…Cries…
Uncompromising New England powerviolence saturated with sludgy riffs, caterwauling grindcore vocals, and satisfying breakdowns. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2024