I can barely function without swallowing pills to still the noise inside my brain. To quell the anxiety that grows like a weed from living in a world that demands my constant and unwavering attention. My unyielding focus on an endless stream of inhumanity. Death and degradation, pain and isolation, from which we cannot look away.
I tried to steel myself against the tide. I tried to strangle my empathy. But the onslaught overwhelmed, methodical in its ferocity. My only solace? Swallowing each pill in a ritual of perpetual mourning for a life denied by this craven world. For the parts of me that have been destroyed. For the dead future cursed to be stillborn. For how this city colonized my mind.
Tell me? Where can one hide from its panoptic omnipresence? From its systemic malfeasance? Its condemnatory gaze, leering from a million dull screens? Manifest in a web of cameras.
When nothing exists that can’t be quantified and nothing is real if it can’t be bought, can you blame us for trying to wrest back our humanity each and every morning, one pill at a time?
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
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Looking Forward To Hear the Whole Album When It Comes Out 08-04-2022
Great Track "Dawn Tracer" That Are Up Until Now "Egor Lappo" ☺️👍
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