Public displaying image of perfection
An undeniable new ploy
To feed the narcissistic
Wash the paint
Remove all of you that creates, and go
‘Till there’s all just skin to the bone
Feel the same, with a common name
These cloaks presented just to
Help remove the shame
Presently, wrecked society
Mimics the figure of the
Righteous royalty
Mold unconscious minds
Reflections shattered, left behind
To toe the line
Is this what’s left, is there no more?
To define the constant scorn
Create a process picking out the weakness
To set the limits
And deny the individual
To find the right
Identity, no need to fight
Betrayed these gowns are what’s left of the array
Mold unconscious minds
Reflections shattered, left behind
To toe the line
Is this what’s left, is there no more?
To define the constant scorn
Save the goddess we crave
Perpetual slaves
And feel ourselves pray
Until we can break away
(Be free
To fill the page
Express your rage
And Clio will lead the way)
Mold unconscious minds
Reflections shattered, left behind
To toe the line
Is this what’s left, is there no more?
To define the constant scorn
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