It’s the time that cuts to the bone. It’s a lost memory of what you’ve known. What’s tied to it dies with the sun, so die with the sun. It still calls your name. Despite time, you’re just the same. No matter what I do, I still taste the blood. Like a simple god that spread sin from above. Submit to the empty sky. It’s nothing. Wait, wait, I know now what was meant by the same rotated argument. Let go of your empty body. It was never yours. It’s nothing. There’s truth in nothing. Believe
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023