Turn my face up to the sun
Regenerate, refresh
We lose the uneasiness
in memories
we love the uneasiness
until it turns to shame
They lost their heads
to the eternal connection
of youth
and extrication
Ascension is carved,
Onto the clay that,
Bore those syllables,
Their lungs will decay,
The words will remain,
Genesis of a,
Life form that resists,
The thin blood in our,
Veins and it's never,
Ending circulation
Through our aging
Bodies, soft movement
Succession finds
It's roots in the
Soil that breed our
Names from withering
Seeds of despair
The concept of
Disillusionment
Will prevail
The tears, emitting
after the funeral
It’s true
We are ephemeral
Generations
All converge on
The ideal of
Preservation
This ideal will
Become the tar
In their lungs, the
Breath will remain
Unfinished verses,
Will remain,
A false paradise,
will remain
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