don't look at me
symmetry find me first
imperfect stain
the standard of beauty
I relent it all should belong to me
you swear I'm selfish
I'm just ambitious
overly critical
not nearly enough
I would trade my life
if I could just be so much more in the ground
flesh stripped away
fat trimmed from the vessel
blemishes burned from the flesh
the highest of honors
belongs to me
I thought I told you
not to look at me
not till I am perfect
will these scars fade
remnants of my old flesh still resurface
years of longing now content
years of longing still I want more
sleep doesn't belong to me
until I can wear your skin
it always comes back
memories flood into my head
ugly, I don't want to be
ugly, I don't want them to see
don't look at me
I don't want to be remembered in ugly skin
immortalized in false porcelain
Hearing the songs while reading the narrative behind the lyrics, I felt overwhelmed by this tragic story in which humans and artificial intelligence couldn't coexist side by side. Their reciprocal annihilation was inevitable. Except one "sole survivor, in a ship filled with memories. She had become the proof of Earth, proof that life had existed there, a voice for all the species and beauty we once knew". A dystopian concept dressed up in brilliant musicianship! @Slevin, thanks, I owe it to you! Umbra Cornuta
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023