The course is set at the start of every day
These walls are closing in, I gotta get away
Gears keep turning until the mind’s a hollow shell
There’s nothing left of me, they say I’ve rendered my own hell
Though they say, we’re digging our own graves
The truth is clear and one thing still remains
A day will come when all their words decay
Let them talk because they’ll just fade away
Burdens release themselves and trample tragedy
It’s made its way around, it’s now a part of me
Truth’s hammer’s raining down to deal the fatal blow
A day of reckoning, we’ll watch the theories decompose
Their words will burn until they’re ashes on the ground
We’ll fan the flames, we’ll watch them all come crashing down
Heady hardcore punk from Black Aubergine has groove, heft, and an experimental edge percolating behind the blown-out surface. Bandcamp New & Notable May 23, 2023