Night after night, I have dreams I can't tell anyone about.
My hands are slippery from night sweats, my throat doesn't work well for spitting.
I'm awake in the middle of the night and there's nowhere to rest
My eyes are dazed from the liquor and the pills, yet my heart is growing cold
I'm being chased, I'm being stabbed, I'm being pushed down
My nightmares are becoming more and more of a variation
Regrets that keep coming back, trauma that keeps digging up
The worst bartender in the world is waving his arms
I'm trembling on the edge of the bed
I hate the second hand that ticks by
The sunrise is a confirmation of my despair
Until I'm stuck in a prison in perfect circumstances
I'll know that my atonement for you is not yet complete
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