I’ve saved a drop of blood for when I truly need it most. To be
distributed among the parasites. To be exchanged for a purer form
of pain. My ribcage will replace a ladder’s rungs, leading me
towards the ceiling of my curse as the earth falls upward from the
ground, where I collapse in sunken skies. I am but one man and
the sorrow I have salvaged won’t sustain. Murder me in the
silence I have lived in. My fingernails won’t hold a torch that
mirrors my reflection. No trace of tension could coerce the
composition from my skull, like currency reserved for skeletons. I
will deny a high regard, sick to my stomach at the distance to the
ground. My ribcage will replace a ladder’s rungs leading you
towards the depth of my despair. We collapse inside the walls the
close before us. Murder me in the silence I have lived in; a
fabrication to appease the ones who suffer. Don’t call me your
protector, I couldn’t keep myself from caving in. Don’t call me
your protector, a war against myself I’ll never win
Sharptooth fight bigotry with melodic hardcore, their breakdowns an ideal vehicle for singer Lauren Kashan's incendiary insights. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 15, 2020