Don’t be surprised
If my pace is a little faster than yours.
I’m running (away)
I’m running (back)
I’m trying to catch up—
So I’m not sure why you’re trying to catch up.
Don’t be surprised
If I don’t turn to the sound of your voice.
I’ve gone deaf from the sound of your screaming.
I don’t hear very well anymore
But I guess you knew I wouldn’t need to—
I guess you knew.
Don’t bother painting me those pictures
I seldom turn around anymore.
I wouldn’t be able to see what you wrote—
I wouldn’t be able to see what you said—
I wouldn’t be able to see what you drew.
But I’m sure they’re very pretty pictures.
That’s why I’m trying to catch up.
But I’m not sure where you want me
And I’m not sure why you’re late.
But I’m sure you have the perfect plan
I’m sure you haven’t given up.
So I'm keeping myself sane
I’m keeping myself bored
And I remember thinking numb
When I couldn’t feel straight anymore.
Am I your parasite?
You say this is just a test
But you’re not showing up
This is your design
But you keep your distance.
I’m dead to you.
But I’m still breathing.
I won’t open your eyes
I can't even use my own.
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