Too much, too much of the chalice by far, too much.
Don't wait, for me, catch you boys at the bar, don't wait.
Empty chest and empty glass,
I'm not in hell yet but I'm treading the path,
Scenic route but terrified to open my eyes.
It's how we cope but it doesn't take,
Hundreds of us buried in the wake,
We're all sick the same, we're all sick the same.
Downbeat, the only thing in my head, downbeat,
Don't speak, or it might happen again, don't speak.
Drown me,
In the floodlights,
In the glamour,
In the sound.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023