I killed your name/
You looked so shameful, forever grateful/
As you walked away, you looked away/
I took the mess, you call selfishness/
Open arms, sickly stomach/
A cold embrace, in a cheap suit/
How does it feel with no team? And no taking sides/
And my sides were hurting, from all the laughter/
Boyish charm is what you’re after/
Well of course I’d miss you, while in my sleep/
Why don’t you just cut me off?/
As I cut off all your hair/
The world is your oyster, or your cigarette pack/
Let’s try and get closer, leave your knife in my back/
I’d pray to god, but I’d feel like a fraud/
I don’t want to regret, the first night that we met/
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