Familiar aching hunger
Pretend it bothers you no more
It’s only getting you stronger to
dig closer and closer to the core
You burned the flesh you carved the bones
now you fit into the puzzle
Be a gap between the cut-stones
Be the water under their walls
Be a shrapnel near the heart
Be a man against whom they can't fight
Sparkling, Shaping, Positioning, Accommodate
Be a sword against their throats
Be the leak on the hull of their boats
Be the rumble in the night
Be a fire which they ignite
Under the surface
we’re determinated
Holding each other
confine tighter
we’re determinated
Familiar aching hunger
Pretend it bothers you no more
You burned their flesh you carved their bones
Shaped them to the image of your own
You’re a gap between the cut-stones
You’re the water under your own walls
You’re a shrapnel near your heart
You're the man against whom you can't fight
You’re a sword against your own throat
You’re the leak on the hull of your own boat
You’re the rumble in the night
You’re a fire which you ignite
Under the surface
we’re determinated
Holding each other
confine tighter
we’re determinated
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024