Usurped by the crosses, golden
Bastards betrayed holy moments.
Melancholy of the serpent
It’s below the planet's surface
Wooden coffin bring me closure,
Return to the river’s origin.
Wooden coffins bring me closure,
Return to the river’s origin.
Claiming love about our birthright
But lay waste to sacred words.
Arrogance in guise of kindness
Leave my people, let my people go
Out from the trenches leeching.
On the table: wine turned spoiled
Flush my veins out with the serum.
Genocide: our modern cure
Left on my door step every winter
Every question is loaded.
Headshot burst from ancient sources
Raping culture, stolen fortune
Broken bones can't bend the knee
Diseases lead and I follow
Now I see your face
Shining through the pews
You take me for a fool as you send us down the bank
I step into the water, and reject my own blood
Another soul is saved but another temple burns
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023
supported by 6 fans who also own “Reminds Me of Halloween At Rip Taylor's”
unlike anything I've ever heard. it's so fucking cool. maybe I'm just not familiar with cybergrind but this is unique and pushing music forward and I'm all here for it. dae-su