Eyes glued to the wall. Afraid of change. Isolation keeps me insane.
Pastimes replay in my mind. Passed lives leave peace an quiet. Tripped up into my own head. If hindsight is 20/20, that's the closest to truth I'll get. The mirror damn near lied to me. Truth forgets nothings and no one, but I don't know who I am.
Who can I be but me? Can reality envy a dream? I am, therefore I'll be. But what is that? Does my state define me? Who can I be but me? Truth living in self denial. Who am I?
Eyes glued to my own reflection.
Truth be told, whoever's body this is, it's getting old. There's no hope for this man anymore.
Who can I be but me? Can reality envy a dream? I am, therefore I'll be. But what is that? Does my state define me? Who can I be but me? Truth living in self denial. Who am I?
Futile and frail, I face the fact that I'm the face of hell. My tongue is tied on all the lies I've spewed to sweet talk my head off. Wolf, come put your hands over my ears so I don't hear Death's bell. Shut my eyes so I don't see the reaper coming.
Wolf, can you hear me? I'm going def. Can anybody hear me?
Who can I be but me? I'm sick, that's all I see. If I never was, I would be better off.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023