Bring it all back
If we don’t move
We won’t remember
Pertinence will lose its permanence
So throw some weight
These things stand without legs
They reach without arms
They pump to dry veins
These things breathe without
Yea they breathe without lungs
They will deviate
But they won’t remember a thing
These things live but they won’t remember
Bring the blood back to my head.
Anything can happen in a dream
Where your mind will
What your mind wills
What you yourself cannot
Where gravity will hold you back but cease to exist
Essentially
Where instead the pilot takes 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