I never walked out for myself.
I've always called out for your help.
A thousand floating beacons in my head.
Each one signaling white and red.
In the dark all I can see is me.
Never knowing that there may be a key.
"Is life laid out on the kitchen table?"
Unknowing of the world, unstable.
Feeling on an endless wall, I'm blind inside and blaming all.
And I never cared for anyone walking past.
And I will try to forget you in the end.
Moving on to another host to drain.
My dreams are riddled with their pain.
Stirring the brains of the insane, that way they have no more to say.
Subservient until the end of time.
We'll never see eye to eye.
Can you see through the cigarette smoke, the butt end of a dirty joke?
Feeling on an endless wall, I'm blind inside and blaming all.
And I never cared for anyone walking past.
And I will try to forget you in the end.
Cut yourself open.
Pour yourself out.
You won't get it - you're so full of doubt.
Feeling on an endless wall, I'm blind inside and blaming all.
And I will try to forget you in the end.
We are something small,
Until it's lights out for us all.
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