Nothing seems to matter when I close my eyes.
I produce any color in this darkness I’m behind.
No need to feel lost.
No need to feel stuck.
My brain is like scissors,
Always ready to cut.
I’m ready to cut,
Divide a fraction of the light.
To shed and brightly shine the other side.
Sometimes I can’t shake the certain things that I want to.
Cut, divide this dilating shadow size.
Slice the silhouettes.
Shine like ornaments.
Splash the water on my face.
Flood the engine, stitch the break.
Shine like ornaments at night.
Someone fix me.
Energetic math-rock riffs, gravelly punk vocals, and midwestern emo textures come together in cathartic fashion on the Oregon band's debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2023