First there was one, just a flare
A light passing by
They’ve grown to convene as an army
Awaiting my cry
Past my intentions
New sights are far beyond the fold
Calm breathing deeper
Waiting to surge
Restless waters a tide just waiting to turn
Swept asunder
Rising numbers heal societal burn
Grasping blind
Gracing the world with my thoughts
And divinity
My disposition will lend to
A new history
Poised with conviction
Born, bred and build to take this on
Feed my addiction
Waiting to purge
Restless waters a tide just waiting to turn
Swept asunder
Rising numbers heal societal burn
Grasping blind
Falling faster we rip each thread at the seams
Cut to pieces
Black clouds will form surround the regime
One last time
Tame expression hides my rage
Forced deceit a weakness to your game
Restless waters a tide just waiting to turn
Swept asunder
Rising numbers heal societal burn
Grasping blind
Falling faster we rip each thread at the seams
Cut to pieces
Black clouds will form surround the regime
One last time
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