The day's long, and my head's too far gone; I'm stuck in this room with you. Your devil dogs have swallowed the sun; there's nothing but the moon and you.
There's a puzzle-shaped dive that bores a hole through desires. Your gut-thought won't just comply with your captives that want you to die!
The walls are far too tall for me to escape this, where each path and door leads to a dead end. Craving the embrace of outside's light and bliss, I'm counting down the days. I'm gonna get it!
The wait's long, the grantees have come and gone; what's theirs are still withheld by you. Your venom tongue has hollowed out their skulls, spun around by words from you.
Landlords and their lap dogs harm, steal and take things, as each trap and toll leads to a dead end. Engraving sentries to mark your death wish, we're counting down your days. We're gonna get it.
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021