The air was cold outside as I walked right past the door.
I left my keys inside, now I’m not coming back.
The house was painted red, except the window frames.
I light a cigarette, it’s the last one today…
Tell me: if I am good enough.
Tell me: if I have what it takes.
Tell me: if I dream will I still be here with you in my skin?
I think there’s something wrong with these chains, I can’t let go.
I think there’s something wrong with my hands, I can’t let go…
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