our lives are
blindly crawling- open sores
over cold cracked concrete
make faint footprints, and attempt mapping
of the height,length,width,cracks,crevices-
the walls and the floors, but never fully sure:
just more reaching, stumbling as
if there would be a light switch or a door-
there are only
wind-swept whispers from far corners
and yelling in return, both parties trying to learn
if the other is real-
but Death:
the eventual stumbling over the
edge of the room- forever
falling: unconscious (though never
fully aware) into sense-deprived
nothingness;
shows his facetious face
and all is lost- aside from the
delicate, frantic art left by yearnful
years of dragging through the dark.
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