The demons are coming in like waves.
They're looking at me with countless eyes like grains.
Even from the depths of despair, they come crawling out.
From the micro to the macro, a banner of rebellion
The fact that I'm living in the darkness of the borderline, breathing down my neck.
My cognitive functions are entangled and I'm suffering.
Lock me in a gas chamber and laugh like a physicist, yes.
I'm dead while I'm alive, atomic decay.
My knees are buckling, my head is exploding, and I have uncontrollable urges.
And uncontrollable impulses, in zero gravity.
I'm just a fist in the air, tracing my mountain-blue hair.
The ribbons I saw at the edge of my vision are turning red
Like waves of spirits and all kinds of spirits
Screaming at me with their countless mouths like grains
Feeding on despair, they pry open gaps
Thousands of flowers growing roots in the darkness
Sip the living blood of the madmen and let the poisonous flowers bloom
I'm going to shower you with pollen and turn you into my ward.
I don't know anything about physics or theories, but...
I don't know anything about physics, but I've already taken care of the fox and the cat.
The pain of separation from love, the pain of grudge and hate.
Even if you can't get what you want
If you stand at the edge of the universe and look upward
Under the protection of a big parasol, my neck is cut open by a crack
I will die in peace, freed from all suffering
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