This striped bass spoils from its head downward;
down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue.
Unlike a garden in bloom, we will never return back to the source that follows us until it sees something it needs and takes it back.
Thousands of breaths, they make unclean getaways.
What was my fault's now yours, and they'll turn to desperate acts to stay.
Now, pay attention.
They'll turn their backs if it benefits them.
As sons of the soil, there was no stopping what followed the plow.
Now, have you come here to die or have you come here to settle?
I need compliance, a taste for violence when we divide.
This striped bass spoils from its head downward;
down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue.
Unlike a garden in bloom, we will never return back to the source that follows us until it sees something it needs and takes it back.
They'll turn their backs when it benefits.
As sons of the soil, there was no stopping what followed the plow.
Now, have you come here to die or have you come here to pray to a god who twisted your wrists in hopes the channel would break?
You think you're god?
No, you're not god.
You're just forsaken.
Unlike a garden in bloom, we will never return back to the source that follows us until it sees something it needs and takes it back.
This striped bass spoils from its head downward;
down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue.
This striped bass spoils from its head downward;
down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue.
this is the most stunning display of technical prowess and emotive song structures since Polyphia burst onto the scene. truly guitar god level virtuosity, fusing metal and flamenco in ways that are as astounding as they are satisfying. new obsession unlocked. J-p3
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