Ginger ale and the fetal position.
Who was it that chose this for me? It wasn’t me.
Sing a song of six pence, pocket full of rye.
The numb is the void that lays awake at night.
Tear the pages of my diary, so you have nothing to remember me.
December 16, 1991. Please save the date. You’ll cry now and I will cry later.
I’ll sell myself for you. I'll carve your name just to commit. There is no cure for me. Drop me and watch me break.
Always the wrong one. Never the right words.
Bruise, glow, take it slow.
The candle will burn to an end. From birth through defects, I would never change.
As selfish as it may be, I’m tired of the days that won’t let me sleep.
Dry your eyes and hide them.
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Even for this genre the sheer intensity of this album always manages to floor me. Might not be the most unique album under the sun but it doesn't have to be; the performances are tight and ferocious, the songwriting is dynamic and explosive, the production is crushing, it's just all things to a mathcore fan. napalmsatan
From riffs and production to hooks and breakdowns, the Canadian metalcore veterans' seventh album ups the ante in every way. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2022