It's in the way you move.
The dance you'd follow through and through.
Your sounds don't sound like you.
When I can pick the names of the shit you use.
I spit the rapture, and you should know that I see past all you vultures.
Step back a sec, and take a little time out.
Try to find out where the separation sits.
Let it sink inside, find a flow.
Decide what your mind defines.
Let it medicate you, separate you and the others like you.
You're a third iteration, dead-ringer - and I'm through.
So now you've got me starting to play, and I'll trash you in this game.
Your heads are gone, and you're all out of phase.
So I'm moving through the dissonance.
(Before you put me to sleep).
(Cause you could put me to sleep).
You never made the cut.
You couldn't make those words jump and fuck me up.
So cling on the foreign to rust.
You've already ruined the other ones.
Who fucked the scene up? You did.
Stop what you've got, the time's up.
So let it go.
Pack your shit, and take some of that pride out.
Did you find out where the separation sits?
Let it redefine, disconnect, resign.
Watch the vein go dry.
Let it medicate you, separate you and everyone else like you.
A third generation, dead-ringer - and I'm through.
But now you've got me starting to play, and I'll trash you in this game.
Your heads are gone, and you're all out of phase.
So I'm moving through the dissonance.
(Before you put me to sleep).
It's sad, I'm moving through the dissonance.
Cause you could put me to sleep.
And we both know your songs can.
You've found a system, a hollow shell to rely on.
Safe and confined.
So narrow-minded, you dig parasitic roots in a trend and refuse to let go.
A powerhouse of a record from the Michigan metalcore stalwarts, full of sinister, stadium-sized singalongs and unbridled emotion. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2022