Is it because you wait, oh you’ve got something to say? Does your conscience sweat as she’s drawn to the bait? Keep yourself close; she’s got so much more to lose. I hope your spine doesn’t snap as you approach truth. Inverted, tangled, the circle completes itself. Dear mirror, what was that you felt? Twisted, contorted. Tell me again the suffering offence that slipped you on your way past relevance. The sobbing story’s pretty thin. Can you ride your tale of woe all the way heaven? The circle completes itself. Dear mirror, what was that you felt? Try to forgive myself, because all I saw was myself. There is no you.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023