You’ll listen with open ears, and drown in peace with me
Please, don’t hesitate
There is a reservoir for us where we’ll lay
There the shapeless are drank from
It never rains, but we still give them what they need
We’re solutes in a pool of water that caters to those who strike the iron while it’s melting
Suffering is something we’ve outgrown in our adolescence
Moral compasses will direct us to our flawed detriment
There is a reservoir for us where we’ll lay
There the shapeless are drank from
It never rains, but we still give them what they need
We’re solutes in a pool of water that caters to those who strike the iron while it’s melting
Will this pen be the dagger that writes you last goodbye?
And severs the ties to your body?
Let the salt and darkness fill your old lungs
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