To silence decent
To feed the voices in my head
To be one with the hive mind
Until the bitter end
For some kind of frail acceptance
I would give up my mind
If only you could see the world through my rose tinted eyes
So I'll bury my head
in audible dirt
You'll not be seen and not heard
We're all afraid of the same thing
that means the threat is real
What we can't see cannot hurt us
We can't feel pain if we can't feel
From riffs and production to hooks and breakdowns, the Canadian metalcore veterans' seventh album ups the ante in every way. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2022