I feel so estranged from the world in which I was young
To whose farthest edges with books of my sketches I clung
Lit on a fallen log, a black-clad blot between the earth and the sky
Black pens my ink-blood, scrawling as I fucking bawled out my eyes
Every mini triviality
Diaried as far as the eye can see
Souls poured out in portions of one-forty
Don’t be an open book on Facebook, just go open a book
Don’t string your guts up on the Internet for any creeper to look
On the world wide web we think we’re sharing, but we’re only snared in it
It’s fictitious bullshit, but damn it, do it make it sound great
Drastic demands of...
Miss the reverence
Tired of lies
Misdirection
Artifice
No protection
Will suffice
Mass abandon
Smart advice
Holy fuck, I’m getting pretty weary of you asking me
The fuck are you screaming? The fuck are you trying to say?
What does it matter? It’s not like we’re gonna get paid
I’m getting a donair as soon as I get off this stage
Pioneering Rhode Island mathcore legends follow up their first album in 21 years with a head-spinning four-track EP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024