Constrict. Around a burdened soul.
Life's only constant is the suffering owed.
A scar, where I cut in and let it flow.
To feel the dark come creeping in.
In the dirt, I'll feel at home.
Wasted flesh, husk of skin and bone.
Born to breed, and die alone.
When body and mind are broken.
And the razor sinks deep.
I'll whisper, to the maggots.
What this world has made of me.
Weary of life
Conditioned to fail
This hollow shell,
Crushed.
Even in its prettiest, most celestial moments, the South Dakota trio's sound feels dark and dense and deeply rooted. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 24, 2021