Breathless, you bleed. We're watching. I erase your falling force. This is the only place that you will still remember when your soul is gone. Amnesia cycles in the marrow of your bones. I am the sun of God and sun of the dog. Pick your head up. Uninfected although quite diseased, lives drip from cups. Sparse, sparse dreams. Unbearable. And that's the price I pay for believing in the forces of truth. They dropped your ghost in the river tonight and made a pact on the secret roof. 3 enemies become the sweat that drips from the buck's disease. This circle will protect the priest if he cuts deep, on his knees. In a way we came from caves. Rewritten history makes us slaves. Gold streets through the heavens paved, it's a fantasy. Deeper still is my energy. Your essence will be my meat. Far above your false cracked egg, we annihilate. Spines shatter underneath the words. Effervesce through the fear of the herd. I will become Asmodeus underneath the euphoric clouds, this passage reads itself. Blank slates are filled with alphabets the profane lives without. Ignorance is bliss. I erase your falling force. I see the pistol in cloaked hand. Jehovah's blood sprays the heavens tonight. These laughable dreams that you hold, are the catalyst of your demise.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023