Bombed from Womb by Juan Bond

I'm attacked, the panic ascending.
Ambition begins bending.

Quality time within the walls of a fortress crumbling,
drowning in the puddle so shallow it's humbling,
I'm sitting in on another day breaking.
Before it all comes down we catch our breath

I arrive at the moment clenching.
Scale the towers walls lamenting
Poetry in moments we take for granted,
the seams of meaning frayed,
I hear this phantom chanting:
It's not the road, but rather the ride
It's not the skin, but rather the hide

Loose myself constantly in the beauty of it all,
loose yourself in the beauty of it all

• Experimental Metal
• Metal
• avant-garde metal
• math rock
• mathcore
• progressive metal
• New York