I left my heart at home, or somewhere, I don’t know. Fed it to the lions in some act of violence. I’m feeling vague and I can’t seem to concentrate on things that matter most; I’m slipping into the unknown. I’m no more. I’m not around to hold your hand. We’re strangers, and I’m sorry. The night turns into the day, but the sun eludes me. I don’t think I’m supposed to be happy here. So I run away from this, from myself. I drift with the wind; the sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep. The branches stop to ask, when are you coming back? And I wake up and fucking spit in their face. Just because we're rooted doesn't mean we're in place. The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep. The branches stop to ask,when are you coming back? At night I drift away.
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