What's The Point?

FiftyFive

Violent Nature

Drain The Blood

Don't Let Go

Dark

Hands That Hold the World is a raw, emotional post-hardcore journey through the human experience of sacrifice, faith, and resilience. From the quiet pain of loss to the roaring defiance of the heart, each track tells a story of individuals facing unimaginable trials—mothers giving everything for their children, elders forgotten yet honored, young lives confronting violence, and souls finding redemption through faith in Christ.

The album confronts grief, injustice, and societal pressures head-on, while ultimately celebrating the strength of the human spirit and the power of love, selflessness, and unwavering faith. With soaring choruses, blistering breakdowns, and hauntingly intimate moments, Hands That Hold the World is both a tribute and a call to honor those who give themselves fully to others, holding the world steady with their courage and compassion.

Headlines They’ll Never Read

C_R_Y

SPi_Ral O_f thE BoTTLe

Do you want to be sad_

SpiRaLing_DoWnwaRd

I_dOn'T_HavE_A_ChANcE

Spin the wheel, red pill, blue pill,
Prescriptions stackin', no room to feel,
GP said, "Just give it a go,"
But my head's like a kettle, ready to blow.
Numbness served with a side of dread,
Voices echo, they're renting my head.
One capsule, I'm hollow, next one, I'm wild,
Bipolar roulette, spinning exile.


Take a breath, but it's poison I’m takin',
Heartbeat skips, then the floor starts quakin'.


Round and round, roulette of numbness,
Spin it fast, till I'm reckless, tumblin'.
Choir wails while my veins run static,
Shadows chantin', and my pulse turns manic.


Zoloft’s a liar, Prozac’s a thief,
Effexor’s a blade that cuts my belief.
Doctor’s notes like hieroglyphs unread,
Pharma gods dance while I hang by a thread.
Dynamic riffs, but I’m trapped in stasis,
Screams in layers, I’m lost in mazes.
BPM in my brain outpaces,
Chemical cocktail erases faces.


What’s real? What’s fake? What's left to break?
Choir echoes my panic, can’t catch a take.
Drums pound like the clock in my chest,
Techno flickers—neon unrest.
Chanting, chanting, voices rise,
Screaming "spin again," devil in disguise.

Round and round, roulette of numbness,
Spin it fast, till I’m reckless, tumblin'.
Choir wails while my veins run static,
Shadows chantin', and my pulse turns manic.

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