I can’t speak
Words won’t form on the tip of my tongue
I’ve never felt so fucking undone
And I can’t, I can’t
I can’t think straight
Stagnant sense of being
Drag me down, unearthing parts of me
I never wanted to see
I can’t find the meaning
Nights of losing teeth
Swallowing nails and breathing blood
Tearing my skin limb from limb
Boiling out my insides festering behind my eyes
Who cares if I’m alone when I’m dead
I wouldn’t be much use to you then
Let the rigor mortis set
Come fuck the bones that are left
Maybe it’s not worth the thought
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023