I don't want nothing for nothing,
I just want this to mean something.
But we're old, tired and rusting,
Are we on the same page?
There's no escape from what's coming,
We're all just sport, so keep running.
Don't let them see the kids crying.
We wait for some great turning
But who will bring it?
We're not in control,
Take it back, take it back.
We're not supposed to be here,
And no-one seems to care.
We depose our thoughts and actions,
Pantomime through the despair.
There's no escape from what's coming,
We're all just sport, so keep running.
Don't let them see that we're dying.
The fort's under siege,
My lungs bomb the gates,
My liver is failing,
No time to escape.
My heart is on fire,
My mind's in the sky,
My eyes have gone searching,
I should never have tried.
Do you think god could save my soul,
If I lie down and do what I'm told?
Do you think that the rapture would spare us,
If we give up, relinquish control?
Motionless to please the mindless,
Youngblood's beginning to clot,
Deafened by screaming of choirs,
Static minds turn on the spot.
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
You know that point where you have consumed perhaps just a little too much of your chosen intoxicate. That's this album.
Fucking heavy!!! Obstacle of Affliction
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023