by GnarWolf

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flightoficarus (Metal Trenches) Killer hardcore/mathcore from a band with a variety of top-notch influences in the genre. I can hear The Chariot, Every Time I Die, and early Norma Jean clearly in both the vocals and instrumentation; but I also pick up on some Glassjaw vibes among others.
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Now 02:07
Sit down. Take a seat. Let's talk with our golden teeth. Power! Does your heart not have lips and a tongue? Does your heart not have teeth to fight? Fight! Never mind. Stand up. Don't you dare get comfortable. Don't you think about complacency. Pluck out the golden eye. And be offended. Follow the rhythm. Don't lead with thought.
I Am 02:20
We fight. Like beating hearts tonight. Tonight, we fight. On the cusp of the sun. On the edge of a grand piano. Strike the key. Let it be and see the colors from the sound. As it triumphs over silence. The quiet settling. The whispering failure. Make noise. Make a joyful noise. Strike the key. Perfect. Break these bones and shatter this selfishness. Breathe in the oceans. Drown this dried up heart. Saturate these chambers to constrict. And relax this muscle to beat down my thinking mind.
Become Death 03:03
Ethnically bound, but morally limp. Don't mind us, we shoot from the hip. Arms are open, but not our throats. We can dance this dance, but we can't float. Don't mind us. Our six shooters ready. We'll let slip a white hot round of truth. Into your head. Hollow point. Subtle entrance. Grand escape. Your point is hollow. Left me for dead. Observe the human machine. Watch it concern. Watch it bleed. Watch it believe. Watch it bleed. Oh father be praised, for the flock I can't maintain. Oh father be praised, that's where we place the blame. These habits are inhabiting my rituals. By minuscule measurements of time and space. But there is still no place for them. To stem, to breathe, to take roots in. Not to cling. Toothless. Bound by no laws. My word is the word. But it's toothless.
My throne is backwards. My crown is upside down. Kingdom come. Like a whisper. Gravity, take us down. Abandon. Raise your voices. Shake the dust from your lungs. Pretend with me that we can see what lies inside our fragile skin. Kingdom come. Like a whisper. Gravity, take us down. Lift your hands. And let go. And be free. Be free. Breathe in deep. Fill your lungs.


released May 14, 2016

Recorded live by: Kyle Tomchesson and Jeremy Fowler of Euphonic Productions
Mixed/Mastered by: Zachary Pierce of Pro State Studios
Album artwork by: Scott W. Coleman
All songs written and performed by: GnarWolf


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