It’s not a statement
Just another way
That you feel
Doll skin is nameless
Just another day
You’re not real
If you could change it would you things you are
Just translate?
Fabricated, nameless
I can’t find an explanation in this dreamless daydream nation
Crack me, I’m feeling
Split souled, no meaning
Fake Lives, were leading
Try moving forward
And I think you’ll find
That you feel
Some made up ego
Played through jealous eyes
Ain’t your deal
If you could change it
Would the things you are
Just translate
Fabricated, nameless
Doll skin I hate it
Crack me, I’m feeling
Split souled, no meaning
Crack me crack my split soul
More breakneck hardcore from the always-great La Vida Es En Mus label; Arms Race pairs brutal riffs with death metal growls. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2018