Hey, why am I living here?
Lowering my eyes when I feel them stare.
Hey, why did you drag me here?
I hear whispers of heresy that strip me bare.
I recognize the hypocrisy of wanting to be different but left alone.
I would have kept it quiet, but that don’t quite fit my tone.
Let their words form lesions
That burst my flesh.
Let the enemy of harmony
Withdraw my breath.
Let my tongue and teeth hold hatred
As best they can.
I am barely a man.
I never wanted to be
So bitter with the stench of normality.
I never thought I could be
An upheaval of caste, thrown out so cynically.
I recognize the hypocrisy of wanting to be different but left alone.
I would have kept it quiet, but that don’t quite fit my tone.
Die, as my own enemy,
Rather than feel this much scrutiny.
Die, it’s not a tragedy,
But a murder of absolute mutiny.
I recognize the hypocrisy of wanting to be different but left alone.
I would have kept it quiet, but that don’t quite fit my tone.
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What a damn solid record! It's the perfect example of why I'm certain that Ska Punk is going to play on the highlight reel when I hit up the afterlife. Scott
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