Vehemence pounds against my breast.
Cage of bone in an ancient war chest.
My mind, the chaos, of venom and bile,
Vision in crimson, falling in style.
Clouded skies and clouded thoughts,
Can't see the cliff since we fell from the top,
Racing blindly just to kill the heat,
Wringing my hands, wringing my neck, so damn weak.
Light your own way.
Demons to pay.
Shallow breaths and setting sun,
Fallow fields and man made scum.
Laid to rest in the beds we've made,
Never complacent, always depraved.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023