Pink puffy flesh.
Pink gaping maw.
I am the fatted calf,
the whore of Babylon.
Pink puffy flesh.
Pink gaping maw.
I am the dethroned virgin,
the whore of Babylon.
My silence, she moves for me alone.
The petulance of the lilting rose.
Will you beg the martyr?
Will you bring her to bear?
Debasement gussied up and served in bite-sized portions.
Tiny floggings aren't so hard to bear —
ripping coarse black hair from pallid skin.
Denouncing every chance at ascension —
the vain pursuit of a feckless symmetry.
It's unbecoming of a lady.
I am the graveyard skulker.
I have become the ghoul.
I am the foetid one,
pissing into the void.
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