Worming my way through the gaps in the crowd,
snapping at their ankles.
I'm only at home when I'm neck deep in filth,
there's room to writhe down here in the dirt.
Labyrinthine designs,
riddling this cockroach mind.
I've a bad habit of sneering at everything,
preaching from the ego's pulpit.
They don't even know that I've ruined their day,
too busy stacking coins.
Labyrinthine designs,
riddling this cockroach mind.
And I'll confess: it's a banal aesthetic,
but have you seen the shit that they're peddling?
Worming my way through the gaps in the crowd,
snapping at their ankles.
I'm only at home when I'm neck deep in filth,
there's room to writhe down here in the dirt.
Consume me and break me down —
I’ve absolved myself without penance.
If we all know that it's just a game,
why shouldn't we play?
Why shouldn't we win?
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