They hide.
They hide.
“What are you afraid of?
You never had the guts to spill yours, your silenced pain behind once closed doors.
Now opened, w/e see children, once children, never more.
Now w/e know what they bore
And how you wiped your hands on wool garments w/e now tore!”
And the gates press upon us:
they feel closer, now, than you.
Seizing all the breath in me.
I feel their millstones in my chest.
And the gates press upon me too much
For the gates seek to crush your beauty by the softest touch.
Oh, what w/e undermine.
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024