i want you to feel how impossibly loud you are
how your noxious presence permeates our being, refuses us sleep
an unwelcome guest to crack our bones and brittle our teeth
ears covered with lead still ring for years
suffocate under the weight of words unbraced in this collapsing tunnel, there's no light at the end, there is no shovel
what happens when the search party drowns?
creeping mold
creeping headache
creeping cold
but never daybreak
there's no light at the end of the tunnel, everything is black
just shut the fuck up
back off a fucking cliff
credits
from Death of Spring,
released May 20, 2019
additional vocals by shannon taylor
On this raging triad of smart, pit-starting confessionals, the Canadian metalcore band ponder just as hard as they pummel. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 13, 2018