Ghuughra
This is a GRIM listen. It's been fascinating watching the decades-long transformation of ZAO from Christian metalcore into whatever this is. Sh*t's bleak in here.
I'm sticking to my original interpretation of the lyrics to The Crimson Corridor, where the 'crimson corridor' is a birth canal and the narrator is a baby-soul spitefully rejecting reincarnation and self-misscariage-ing itself.
Also, goodnight Charlie Kirk. Can't say I agreed with you on everything, but nobody deserves it like that.
Favorite track: Nothing's Form.