Everything that fits
Is shaped so that everything (else) fits
So now I follow a lead with hands in heavy pockets
“Bounds too tall to see (now that you’re here)
“Will find an define you.”
And all but the old of me
Is fine with that.
But my hands are tied to the weight of the lead
Of the lead
Of the where we’re led.
And if they don’t fit, don’t force it—
(“It’s broken”)
Just break it.
So you don’t have a choice
But to fit the mould
When all that fits
Is shaped so that everything fits
I have broken my thoughts
Trying to fit them in these walls.
This is why all mansions have a roof
This is why all estates have a fence
Who’s to expect
Did you expect
Living to suck the life from you?
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