This confession has meant nothing. There’s no more barriers to cross. Nothing is redeemed. I've gained no deeper knowledge of myself. A broken empty vessel, a lung that is lacking air. You could take
my hand and feel my flesh gripping yours but I simply am not there. Gone without a warning, I go down without a fight. But you and I, we’d
level each other out. I was the pills that kept you steady. You, the opiates that talked me down. All we had to do was try and make each other laugh and let love and medication see us through the harder parts. You’re not the type of woman that ever likes to say things clearly, but you know that I’m the kind of guy that needs to have it spelt out for me. It’s not the sort of thing that ever really seems to just get better. No parents and no friends or lovers, or doctors seem to ever have an answer. It comes without a warning and I go down without a fight. But you and I, we'd level each other out. I was the ghost in your machine, you were the chink in the armour of my self doubt. All we had to do was try and make each other, it’s all we had. Love and anger they share the same bed, the same body heat warms both of them. They rise together as we come together and it makes a mess of our heads. We’ve seen it before and we’ll see it again. Expectations cause a rift and we stand on different sides until the crack becomes a chasm, an unconquerable divide, and we rarely see eye to eye. Maybe a kid could sort us out, we could take everything we love about each other and put it into someone else. Take all that extra energy that we would use to fight and pour it into the foundations of the building of a life. I can see it now, almost close to perfect. It could be you, her and I living by a pharmacy in Paris. All we have to do is try and make each other laugh and let love and medication see us through the harder parts. Is it ever enough?
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I generally appreciate the album by album move away from hardcore towards extreme metal. Yet for me personally, this is where the balance is perfect. Kind of like Metallica's Ride the Lightning: subsequent albums were more sophisticated and complex, yet less intense, too. Great to come back to, again and again. jornfin
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Awesome psychedelic sludgy metal with some post-metal influences that build and morph often enough to stay fresh throughout each of the lengthy runtimes. Highly recommended for anyone looking for some psych-tinged sludgy goodness! Colin M.
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
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It's hard to describe why I love this album so much. It's just perfect in every way. Every track is so spectacular, but Knives and it's build up to that spectacular heavy part just takes the cake. Fantastic album from a fantastic band that needs to get back together. whatwasallthisfor