Every morning mocks me
Every night pale reflection of failure
I can feel I can see
The borders of this reality
The stretching of time
This trepidation between me and the void
Spirit into flesh into spirit must end
The key to cosmic truth will come
From disrupting the equilibrium
Annihilate the synchronicity in everything
Every morning a new dread
Every night filled with memories I wish I didn’t have
I can feel I can see
The constraints of this reality
From which all proceeds, and which all shall be
Filled with frailty and decay
Spirit into flesh into spirit must end
The key to cosmic truth will come
From disrupting the equilibrium
Annihilate the synchronicity in everything
Got to, got to find a way to annihilate
Got to, got to find a way, a way to escape
I want to dance, I want to sing
To the last pulse of reality
I want to feel the filaments on fire
Spreading across to tear down the wall that separates us from God
I sing and dance though I fear I’ll never escape
Consciousness as energy
Means even through death I’ll never be free
We got to dance
We got to sing
So loud that even God will believe
That spirit into flesh into spirit must end
The key to cosmic truth will come
From disrupting the equilibrium
Annihilate the synchronicity in everything
Got to, got to find a way to annihilate
Got to, got to find a way, a way to escape
I want to feel the filaments on fire
Spreading across to tear down the wall that separates us from God
Pummeling, relentless, bleak,
The angst literally oozes out of your speakers with every track,
Komrads has once again proven to be one of the premier industrial acts of this generation. Mitch Keith
It really gives me the headache, but once in a while, in small doses, I reckon its cathartic effects. Although, in all honesty, I don't see me buying another album by this artist. Bertrand Marchal
A stellar cast of artists put their own shadowy spins on recent Bestial Mouths material—toward the goth club floor or into pure noise. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2021
It's uncanny just how good Actors is at emulating that Post-Punk synth sound from my younger days.
Each listen just gets better and better. I feel slightly ashamed for not having heard this album until a few short days ago. modestwriggles