Out on the streets you can see everyone trying to raise up
But they're tied to the ground and they've found that they've got nowhere to go
I've stowed away, hidden out, without no luck you just burn out
Baby you know what it's like when you've got nowhere to go
I'll be ridden out
It's the form that you take, it's a storm that's breaking over your head now
It's your shape that you shift, set adrift, I see you slide out to sea
It's the danger to change, rearrange, it's just the burden you carry
Baby you know what they'll do when they see the real me?
It's so plain to see
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022