How real it seems
When you look away
For a sense of meaning
And you hear a voice call back
I wonder: if it’s my own
I wonder if these gods we built
Are our future selves
Reaching out
If we hold on can they save us
Sometimes I wonder
If this hope I feel is my own
I know it is
When I hear their call
Tomorrow’s dawn will come
I’ll turn my face towards the sun
And the shadows will fall behind me
I hear the call of the gods that built tomorrow
Northeast straight-edge hardcore taken to the cathartic, infectious extreme; a fiery EP fueled by spite, spirit, and sick riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable May 24, 2023