i like to see clear
you say
always always
too much
on the mountains of pride
you got plenty of teeth to bite
one and another fist to fight
lips to make ‘em moan
a tongue as stick and stone
may your words stand on their own
may someone realize what you’ve already known
error-prone
ask anyone who might reflect
ask anyone who might consider to
ask anyone who might have listened
hit anyone who might reflect
hit anyone who might consider to
so i stay
without bones it’s easy to rest
so dig a hole – maybe up in the sky
and throw your shit down at false believers
don´t you dare to enter my square
don´t want you anywhere near
after all i´m consigner
and you’re receiver
error-prone
without bones it’s easy to rest
so dig a hole, maybe up in the sky
i still stay
so I stay
you say too much
on the mountains of pride
on the mountains of shame
one day maybe
there will be clarity
the illusion of life disappears
is there light in the fields of the void
a former moon millions of miles away
and i always say nothing
on the mountains of pride
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022