By the pricking of my thumbs
A sewing needle through my skin
Like a desert at the edge of the Earth
Our thirst is questionable
Long arms reach out from nowhere
Their thoughts will carry me somewhere
Its just so trivial
To kiss the kitchen floor
Waking up to arms still numb
But with eyes closed I still don't know which world I belong
In my throat I feel a swatch of cloud
Around my head I am suffocated
Can I call you this afternoon?
If I descend into madness tell me what have I got to lose?
Am I the same pages of a book?
Can I freeze frame the moments they took?
Tracing the cord in the dark
There is just so many strings attached
I can't find my way back
When all I have is this wet match
Nice progressive high energy set of songs. They have a unique jazzy style, even using a saxophone in sections. I also find the desperate sounding punk vocals to be a fine compliment to the musical style they play. Omaggedon
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