The First Album released by Death Trip HaB.

Song Description:
Aramids - The design is elusive and its manufacturer is keen. Been daydreaming stupid, bumping into walls - seeing things. Do I make the rules or just reinforce them? Either way... Our lives have an attachment to the land, creatures, and the (extra creature creatures) people. When someone dies it affects entire communities even if you don't notice it on the surface. People bear their burdens in different ways. Those burdens cause other burdens in other people. None of us even realize the number of times we've dishonored our truths by not taking the time to understand why we act the way we do. When any event occurs, your mind records it and eventually has a chance to express itself. If the input is your senses, then the output is the reaction. Think about what you're doing instead of what you think you're doing. When something becomes so regular that you stop asking why it exists as part of your life you gain the classic superpower of complacency. Hop the 4th wall and master your emotions. You can almost always find a better way. You don't have to be a saint but recognize when your heart might need a vibe check, it's no big deal, we all do sometimes.

The fabric that binds the human race together is a strong one formed from empathy and love. It exists in everyone to be decent. Try your best not to dishonor your truth and the blessing of love. Empathy's more like a fucked up curse you have to bear so that you can evolve to the next level of human. I'm not the only one thinking this way right? I'm not sure it matters much to me anyway. Peace.


Aramid fibers, short for aromatic polyamide, are a class of heat-resistant and strong synthetic fibers. They are used in aerospace and military applications, for ballistic-rated body armor fabric and ballistic composites, in marine cordage, marine hull reinforcement, as an asbestos substitute, and in various lightweight consumer items ranging from phone cases to tennis rackets.

Aramids

Just here to spread a message of empathy.

It's a mixture of the light and the dark. The funk and the junk. A hog's leg rolled from green asbestos, some dirt pioneers, eye beemers and Ultra Mk.II. Take a few croaks off the old calf bone and make a dream out of regular life.

We're all in what I've been struggling to come up with words for. It's an honest and beautiful trip with one way out. I hope we can all lend a little empathy so the road doesn't seem so indifferent or cruel. 

Howdy,
My name is Ben, Benji, B, Benny, etc. I'm not classically trained. I learned the power chord sometime around 2007 and just kept twanging. In 2022 I started feeling a sense of boredom surrounding everything not focused on creative outlets. Thus, I started recording and mixing music in May of 2023

Aramids

The Honest & Beautiful Death Trip