I couldn’t fly away so I chained them to the earth,
and searching for solace only made it ten times worse.
Like words to the surface, an unholy birth.
Whispered secrets to the two-faced gods to determine our worth.
Curl up and die; burn south of life.
Bending and breaking, swing low and save me.
Everything I ever loved has forsaken me.
Tried to find freedom and I only caused hurt.
No home left on this earth.
Curl up and die; burn south of life.
Gun to my head, I’m the knife in your neck,
but your blood won’t wash my hands clear.
Every song’s got a secret, and I know you can keep it,
so I’m writing it down, and I’m hiding it here.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023