Eyes wide open, I’m still breathing for now,
I wake to a dream for my life.
Never ending endings ending somehow,
I wish for a revised design.
Replace all my bones, with ashes and stones.
Ulcerated, blurred and blind to the light,
Oh, what a sight for these sore eyes.
Replace with these forks with knives,
And plan my own demise.
Deflate me outside in, and restore me from within.
This body is mocking me, rotting and breaking.
This feeling is ruthless, I’m hating and fading.
I don’t want to see myself today; I can’t face my own reflection.
I can’t bear the way I look today, I despise my own impression.
I see my pain on a screen now, cripple vision high definition.
Shuffling through another day, accommodating this malposition.
Where my wounds are always open, and my eyes are always broken, and my scalp still craves the light.
Never ending endings ending somehow,
I wish for a revised design.
Replace all my bones, with ashes and stones.
This body is mocking me, rotting and breaking.
This feeling is ruthless, I’m hating and fading.
I don’t want to see myself today; I can’t face my own reflection.
I can’t bear the way I look today, I despise my own impression.
An album of songs created with a late friend of mine, released in his memory. All proceeds with be donated to CRY (Cardiac Risk in the Young) Joe Bailey
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022