I can’t seem to find you…
These words scribble drawings I can’t decipher from your mind.
I look from a prison cell, the windows, your pupils, your heart I can travel to, your blood I control you through. I’d rather hold you hand and be reminded why but I’m trapped inside to ruin your life, darken your eyes. I could make you feel the worst, but I respect this golden Earth and the people it contains, even when they take my name and drag it through the lake.
I’m in your nerves, a redbird and a memory. Impatient, looking through the window to your world. I can’t remember what it’s like to have a body of my own, but one day you’ll deliver me to this empty dreamscape vessel, my perception is essential. I deserve this, and you deserve to watch. Hold me while I change. I can’t seem to find you… I’ll be leaving you now (when you release me). I can’t seem to find you. I’m in your nerves, a martyr with a death order, I’m amble, breaking through the window to your world. I can’t remember what it’s like to have a body of my own, but one day you’ll deliver me to a warm body, fresh and fertile.
I’m in your nerves, a message in a myelin sheath. Imprisoned in your thoughts and every word you speak. I can’t remember how it feels to be in control, oh for fuck sakes, deliver me, please, so I can grow.
I’ll be leaving you now, I’ll be seeing you again when you release me.
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
