Buried in bruises, shrouded with disguise.
Don’t tempt the want and the will and the wish; begin to proselytize.
Bleached robes to cover the woes of all the people you demonized.
They hid, they ran, reached out their hand, and you refused it.
His Son reigns supreme in the land of the free. Casted with your holy word, and the whole world is your curse.
Isn’t the pain enough for you to care?
Count the scars, deep enough for you to feel.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023