Where do we go when all is lost?
Never would I call to cast the mold that lays,
Restless hands. Rest your head.
Sever your sickness to secure,
Life.
Face to face with transience we fold,
To the demonstration, to false inclination.
Your breath will only be a whisper.
Only in death will we find the way back home.
Wanderer, have you lost your way?
Retrace the steps, forsake the day.
Detached and released,
And yet our graves plead for peace.
Kneeling for the needs of our greed,
And yet the earth is suffering.
Despite our release,
We forsake suffering.
Caught in a stasis,
Locked into place;
free us of our vanity.
There's no ounce of sincerity,
In the curtain's blank and solemn stare.
So why don't you bring me,
Separation?
Separate the skin from the blood and the bone.
Labyrinth,
Come undone.
Realign,
Forsake the day.
Forsake me.
Where do we go when all is lost?
Never would I call to cast the mold that lays,
Restless hands. Rest your head.
You came to free us and secure,
Life.
Wanderer, have you lost your way?
Retrace the steps, forsake the day.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023