your ashes adorn my neck
beside where i received
the touch of god
from a god that never
cared for me
came to exist
loved me.
Loss and what follows
goddamn.
alparazolam.
Clearing
All the shackled
Memories loose.
How could a mother,
Do that to her son?
Now i hate mostly
Everything and everyone
The sound these
Voices make as
They beg for god
To hear them
To fear them.
A smile doesn't
Match a face
A heart filled
By religious chaste
Put them in water
Make them drown
With a badge
Reading I believed
I believed
I believed
"At least I believed"
around them, i worry
about footing within
the family and what
we refuse to believe
we lost.
the matriarch, some
were gifted to call their mother
a home to show our children
one to relive the youth
we lost.
I will never kneel.
I will never bow,
my head as a sign,
of respect and appreciation.
Your god means nothing to me
His son means nothing to me
credits
from 06.12.1940,
released August 10, 2015
Additional vocal by Joel Taylor
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