I try to grasp what time I have left
Because I watched it slip past your hands
Sleep inside your poison mentality
And you will wither as you came
A loveless pariah with nothing to give.
I see you with closed eyes
See your body laid out; deathless
I see what you hold so close
A catatonic sense of good
The peroration of your morality
You never questioned what you hold true
A shaking coward, so afraid of
Your righteousness becoming what it truly is.
These lies and deceptions
Contort the truth
Buried inside this
Shallow grave
Swallowed whole by vices
Your words hold no weight
My arms are empty
Carrying what you gave to me
Pushing aside
These moments of reflection
Just so I can be the hero of this fiction
I'd rather choke on the truth
Than live in lies.
But I have never been one for forgiveness
A virtue that I can't afford.
A terrifying premise; your conviction to truth
Meaningless, I offer this consultation.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023