He slept twelve hours in his bath
once more he swears it's the last time
he knows that following this path
will lead him down but he does not mind
two hundred bottles on the floor
not enough to heal his open sores
three chicks laying on his cough
this strange bitter taste on his tongue
One hundred friends
but nobody to hold his hand
the shadowless man
avoiding the crowd
knowing he can't win this war
the shadowless man
It's time to leave your soul back in dust
those inglorious things you've done
those incestuous ways you walk
Texas band draft an all-killer, no-filler love letter to ’70s hard rock and metal, with surging vocals and riffs that command respect. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024