Involuntary vows of silence
Trapped in the ambiguity
They squeezed my hands thrice
As to imply “it’s alright”
Crimson spit to act as lipstick to kiss the face I cannot bare to see
Dried tears salt my face
They’ve lingered there for days
In every fucking way the mirror shows everything I hate
I guess you’ll never see the person that you need
You have abandoned me and everything I’ll ever be
Too good to be true. This record flawlessly captures the spirit of my favourite era in Metalcore, while still sounding fresh. It doesn't even feel like a revival of an era or a certain sound, it's almost like this EP is a part of it and always has been. Timeless! mynameismud