Woke up as the teeth sank in, was it a wolf?
Felt the ears, but not the eyes
Was it metaphysical completion overlapping itself?
I tried so hard not to exist
Finally finding what I searched for,
Now poetry doesn't exist
To give it meaning.
Universe compelled by completion,
Fast tracked to the ending.
I didn't want it but I couldn't help it.
Reverberations, echoes, bouncing off stereo walls.
Prisms, colors, I can't see anymore.
I can hear them, but not for too long.
Deafening everything around me.
No pendulum swinging...
Deafening...
Surroundings disappearing...
Time forcing it's way in through the scabs
The scars were nothing but dead ends
Collected like snow and began to burn my skin
In the cold, numbed body,
Sometimes I feel the warmth
But I'm still very dead inside.
This Jersey crew makes a ferocious mix of guttural grind and heavy hardcore punk, with lyrics aimed square at sociopolitical ills. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2021