Foot to the floor,
Breakneck hands aching for more.
Deaf to the sirens,
Decadent silence.
Never say Die.
Never back down or they'll feast on what's mine.
Abandon the fort and unhand what you thought was your destiny.
(Ran out of sand.)
We don't have much time,
So long we lost sight of the line.
Run out of time.
Shameless and proud.
Stoic when facing the crowd.
Flash without sound.
When you bury me, pray not far from my home,
Live through war and strife,
Dead under stars and stone.
Savour it, savour it,
Feed your Engines, till they grind to dust.
Savour it, savour it,
Air thick as blood, thick as thieves of trust.
Savour it, savour it,
We've been forewarned and warned, glad embrace of death.
Savour it, savour it,
Headfirst into the hell of the heating death.
Deserved and delivered, fitting punishment.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023