(Chanting)
This was said, to have been
The work of an aimless soul
Dangerous journey with little hope, hope, hope
Of comfort, of comfort
I know where I exist
Never reached the stars but close enough
The stars could have taken it all
(Chanting)
Why is following hope the work of a child, the naïve
When did attainable, tangible become impossible
I won’t desire impossible.
Progressing through the shadows we only see as far as the light we have
I know where I exist
Never reached the stars but close enough
The stars could have taken it all
(Chanting)
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