I'll spill my heart out on the floor, cut it open and let it pour out, just to put a nail in all my doubts. How can i think that I'm empty if im drowning in the room? I didn't know that I was dead until you showed me that I'm never hurt. I hadn't noticed there was a difference in this house, but now it all makes sense. I've been walking through walls, floating from room to room. I've been haunting these halls hust to be with you. I want to be in the head of a dead man. I want to pull his last breath through my lungs. What it's like to be alone, to be a ghost in my own home, to have nothing left to live for? I'm emotionally tapped at twenty-four. Now all that's left is fear. I want to be in the head of a dead man for the short moment when you came back to life. I'll tell him the goodbye that I've wanted to for the past two years. I'll say I'm so sorry that I wasn't there. The strength I must have to push these weighted thoughts to the corners of my mind, its a strength I don't have anywhere else. In the car you were dying from a coughing fit. Did you know they were your last? Did you know they were the last three breaths you'd ever take? I hope you weren't scared. I'm so sorry I wasn't there. Don't forget that we're connected, however loose it may seem. There is no separation. One day I'll feel the slack tighten.
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
supported by 11 fans who also own “There Is No Separation”
Six minutes of beautifully raw melodic hardcore; but that’s all that’s needed to work its effect. An emotional freight-train, it’s imbued with an authentic sense of loss and sadness, which will remind you how to feel again. Tristan