I, born without a prejudice
We’re taught to think and feel…
What happened to experience, is any of this real, who could even tell?
I am alone and ready to transcend this mud.
Close your eyes and feel me, reach out beyond.
Everything you build around me…
You can’t console me…
You can try to control me, but you stand in my way, and stand no chance.
I’m alone and ready to transcend this mud.
Reach out and breathe slowly, I will not run.
I come from your heart, let me change your world.
Weigh me on a scale and no side prevails…
Snails pace, internalized screams, I hear them suffering from tight lips and fossilized cheeks.
How can I, so young, be so wise to never turn a brown eye to my brothers on their last legs?
Nothing should divide us… Nothing should decide for us: Where we end up when someone finds us.
Pieces of my heart will rebuild my walls, when you see me now, you’ll see what you’ve caused.
Now my red-carpet spills, from the blood of your kill.
My dead carcass fills, to the brim with filth.
That medal strung from you, the fragments of balance you think you bring? You mean nothing.
You don’t mean peace, nor solace, nor a goddamn moral fucking thing. Listen here, you’re standing in the middle of a scale with your guns pointed at the people balancing you there.
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022
