The sea is my home, the waves are the bones
and the tides are coming to take me.
Pull me under so that I can once again
be a part of leviathan.
Set sail for who knows where,
the wind is still my brother.
The sun is my father, the stars my sisters,
the ocean my steadfast mother.
I will travel as far as I can
‘til the earth is entwined with the heavens.
I’ll live with no fear, my mind will be clear
even though I’m all sixes and sevens.
I am chasing an ominous beast
whose body is whiter than snow.
Set a course headed north by north east.
If the breeze rests, my crew will all row.
This isn’t obsession, it’s honesty.
The beast is everywhere and nowhere.
The storm looks at me ominously
but it’s out there, I can feel it. I must go there.
I have a terrible secret
I am, in fact, not hunting whales in Davey Jones’ locker.
Abstractions and artistic concepts
have tainted this subject proper.
Whales are not a swimming beast to me.
Instead, they are two things:
On the one hand they are a blank canvas;
On the other, methods of thinking.
They are potentials, infinite and real,
impossible, honest expression,
artistic in nature, impossible to represent
for all art is simply refraction.
Great men, to those we have trusted
to tell us what expressions are better.
Arbitrary and immoral practice.
Expression cannot be measured.
We hunt the whiteness not the beast
and here I know I must die.
My attempt to represent honestly
will always result in an artistic lie.
Featuring founding vocalist Jesse Zaraska for the first time since 2004, the Milwaukee veterans' seventh album is a metalcore monster. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 12, 2020