You can hear them shouting. Shouting from an open window and the youth has never felt this low.
The writings on the wall that they painted read "pain is the law." The boys and girls can feel the beat. The words they speak are tongue in cheek.
Learn the truth about your roots and the bloodstains on your boots.
Your paradise is an old photo of strangers without a frame. And you’re out of view.
Tattooed wrist and a lack of conscience. Yes, it makes me sick.
You wanted a war.
No means to an end because it’s already ended. The guilty lay so high and mighty.
Everyone is hiding the answers, but I know how to get it.
Here we are, the near and the far. All your promises lay in a jar.
We love dying for the sins of others.
Tattooed wrist and a lack of conscience.Yes, it makes me sick.
Everybody knows that it always goes to show. We shall soon cease to exist. Rain down.
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