Perception, the prison, betrayed by my mind.
Angels mark the fragile, crosshairs in white, but in the shadows always standing by and watching while we wait.
So bring the torch; bring the torch to Heaven’s Gate.
Reality is getting so hard for me to swallow.
Blood oath.
Cut me open. Let me spin.
Scorched earth, slow death, revenge.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023