It’s unfortunate, the destiny we share.
Take apart put back together, but always beware.
8 years old, and you already know the pain,
That death had you from birth.
The panic starts to grow,
I feel it in my bones, my heritage, my soul.
I am no stranger to this feeling
Focus on keeping my eyes to the ceiling.
We’ll have talks.
Of life, misery and death,
I just hope you know,
There’s a point to every breath.
(James Livingston of Faithful Unto Death:
What fearful symmetry we've come to bare, you and I,
That tearful mimicry, that feeds us each and every lie,
I hope I'll be the warning, that stops your fall,
Our escape will be together, or not at all.)
DNA predestination.
Lifeline expectation.
Keep your eyes to the constellations.
And know there’s still a chance.
Life and deaths sweet dance.
It’s unfortunate, the destiny we share.
Take apart put back together, but always beware.
8 years old, 8 years old. 8 years old,
My god would You look and behold.
I hope for you, a solace, and better days.
You deserve more than our grandfathers genes.
Alcohol and substance abuse night terror screams,
May this life become more than just a broken record spinning
The same tired dreams.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023
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War metal done right. And I'm not talking in the gleeful Bestial Warlust sense, this album embodies the fury, chaos and despair of the battles that it invokes. The horrific events of the Boer War, brutal horrors of century old pogroms, the terror of the Russian Revolution. This album's songs act as a dedication to the lost in each of these battles and an intense musical recreation of their very existence. Joecriv