Fucking usurper, possession by default.
Spend another night sleeping beside my ghost.
Proprietary sin, no longer of this earth: a poltergeist inside my former home.
No sun will set for me. Forced to find shelter in the shadows or inside a blackened heart.
I cling to useless arteries but they can’t withstand the weight of worldly burden and neither can I.
This body is not yours. No sanctuary underneath familiar skin.
You are nothing but a surrogate. Persecution of the soul will lead to false imprisonment.
Unrelenting isolation breeds eternal suffering.
Usurper, this body isn’t yours.
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023