I offer you nothing and I give you nothing.
I chew on glass. And if I fell to my knees,
would I kiss your ass?
I’m bleeding. These words that come,
are they seething?
Do I beg forgiveness for my being?
Sucking. Lie in my deathbed.
Cut out my mouth. I’m coming home.
Born. Born Again.
Kill. Kill my friend.
Bend. Now break again.
You’re born, born again.
A heinous crime. But we’re doing fine.
Fuck with the blind.
It’s out of sight, it’s out of mind.
I’m reeling, and observing the rites.
Invisible.
Might makes right and immortal.
Invincible.
Hard and mean.
Now I’m clean and immoral.
Running. Hubris running me down.
Screamo, post-rock, and a little black metal meld together for Virginia quartet Infant Island's signature immersive and melancholy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2020