Divided by a non-questioned intent of prosperity
The underground becomes eclipsed
Such misappropriations of art
Driven by commercial machines
Once disparate, unique and detached
Now congealed in twisted cultures
Package false passion and pretty faces
Forcing the magnets into their molds
Glorifying the side effects of sin
And smashing meaningless ink into the skin
Within the fleeting flashes of our moonlit vanity
We struggle to find the roots
To find some substance to sink our teeth into
The wheel might just crush us before we come full circle
A disappointment to let go the power of independence
Could you come from a template? Who writes your rules?
What's now mainstream has been swamped by fools
The dollar weighs down hard
To this we are not oblivious
But we will never align to such rapidly changing rules
Forever pushing back against the grain
True passion and empowered brains
It's in the nature of human successes
To be pervaded by pretenders and exploitative hands
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This review is long overdue. This album right here is the album that finally pulled me out of the "commercial" music world and into the world of the raw, experimental, and sincere. An amalgamation of everything I love about post-metal and hardcore taken to a mathy, heavy, ambient extreme. brineryte