A hammer to crash through what it is to be human.
Wield it with contempt or have it torn from your arm.
We are wolves chewing at the ankles of the world.
A fear that's richer than cream. Hunt those who run.
Hurdling into clay hands. (I am a weapon.)
Prayers broken at the wrists.
To provide me a life I can bleed on.
Liberate it from a future rotten with their breath.
Hurl their bodies into rivers. Let their names be forgotten.
May no one grieve for their children. Let their loss trumpet silent.
I will speak. Let me make a promise to my kin.
The torn body of a man is not a tragedy.
Pain is their truth and it will define their death.
A fear that’s richer than cream. Hunt those who run.
Hurdling into clay hands. (I am the weapon.)
Prayers broken at the wrists.
To provide me a life I can feed on.
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This whole album is flawless. This is music for walking in the rain and letting your thoughts run. It's not just a collection of songs, but an actual album. yakbone
Channeling philosophical quandaries into cavernous death metal, the Australian trio turn modern power struggles into an aural advantage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 13, 2022
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PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten