Reaching nowhere, I'm just taking shortcuts.
Giving nothing.
Useless thinking, pointless sinking.
No more than a waste.
I've said this but it feels late.
Too late, too stuck.
Relay.
Circuit. Recharge.
Slower onset.
Interrupt my day.
I'm horrified by my filth.
There's nothing left to hold me tight and push me towards more.
Who could adore the act of selfish outburst that I perform?
It's all a game that I play to hide the fact that I have glorified my guilt, and you're not allowed to let me cry.
Thorns underneath my sleeve push beneath the skin lets me breath.
I'll confide that I lied. If I can't guide myself what survives?
Share what you will, what you feel, you can't hide the fact that I have glorified my guilt.
You're not allowed to let me cry.
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This collection is probably my favorite to come out of this scene, everything is recorded with such raw emotion it just makes you feel great. Everyone did such an amazing job donaldtwo
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