This hand that I hold
My demons I've followed
Down this ravaged beaten path will I die or will I escape my own wrath
They all sit in a life time wake
Waiting; Hoping; Praying
I'll awaken from this misunderstood life of mine
Imprisoned in what I've become
It’s only me now
No one to turn to
Just a weathered man in the mirror
As I lay, the pine smells fresh
The earth still moist
Firm grip on the shovel
Screams are muffled
Scoop by scoop, I continue
To bury myself alive
I will bury myself alive
I've committed every sin
With the help of my beasts within
At the crossroads my soul was stolen
The devil knew my will was broken
Trying to get out
Flick my nails from their fingertips
Screaming my last breaths
I will cry out for help
I'll cry for help
Cry for help
I'll cry for help
But its too late
It's too late
But its too late
It's too fucking late
Cry for help
But it’s too late
Cry for help
But it’s too fucking late
Texas band draft an all-killer, no-filler love letter to ’70s hard rock and metal, with surging vocals and riffs that command respect. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024