Nothing is real. I knew when I looked my mother in the face
I kicked, l begged. I fought just to stay out of my way
But I drown beneath the absence. Clawing at my skin, I struggle to say
Everything's manipulating itself to be a shape that won't fit the space
But you
Parasite
Bleed me dry until you feel you are fed, until nothing worth saving is left.
Then I can try to tell myself there’s a purpose in opening my eyes for a moment again.
Pray that tomorrow brings change, or that it ceases to exist.
If I’m afraid of everything, will nothingness be bliss?
Help me.
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024