Sauntering across the line,
I like to keep ‘em guessing.
Blowing kisses at the boys in the pickups.
Do you like my faggot mask?
Everyone's a jilted son of a bitch,
begging for every doled out glimpse of baseness.
Everyone's a jilted son of a bitch,
begging for a chance to be the top.
Everyone's a jilted son of a bitch,
performing for the thrill of bound hands clapping.
Everyone's a jilted son of a bitch,
performing for an audience of hogtied jurors.
Should I make a sad face and look at the ground?
And I've got your number,
and I've got you pegged,
and aren't you precious?
So fucking boring,
so fucking daft.
From riffs and production to hooks and breakdowns, the Canadian metalcore veterans' seventh album ups the ante in every way. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2022