Deep in the bowels where we toil and we cough
I do what I do cuz all bets are off
The furnace ablaze now a bright orange glow
These piles of pain wait with shovel in tow
This power source I’ve reaped and sown
The only fuel I’ve ever known
Lungs grow charred like chimney stacks
Black bile sweat through dry lip smacks
Confusion when shift change comes
Earned my wage come moon or sun
This power source I’ve reaped and sown
The only fuel I’ve ever known
And when my lever works no more
A fleeting thought comes through the door
The purest power I’ve ever seen
My blackend thoughts become pristine
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022