The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die have announced their new album “Illusory Walls“, advertised by an amazing, well structured new song “Invading the World of the Guilty as a Spirit of Vengeance”. The new music marks their first studio offering since 2017’s Always Foreign. The new album will hit digital stores in on October 8th and December 2rd on vinyl via Epitaph Records.
Catch the band at the following live shows:
10/12 Baltimore, MD @ Ottobar
10/13 Carrboro, NC @ Cat’s Cradle
10/15 Orlando, FL @ Soundbar
10/16 Atlanta, GA @ The Masquerade
10/17 Nashville, TN @ Mercy Lounge
10/19 Austin, TX @ The Parish Room
10/20 Dallas, TX @ Club Dada
10/22 Phoenix, AZ @ The Rebel Lounge
10/23 Los Angeles, CA @ Lodge Room
10/24 San Francisco, CA @ Bottom Of The Hill
10/26 Portland, OR @ Hawthorne Theater
10/27 Seattle, WA @ The Crocodile
10/29 Salt Lake City, UT @ Kilby Court
10/30 Denver, CO @ Globe Hall
10/31 Kansas City, MO @ Record Bar
11/02 St. Paul, MN @ Turf Club
11/03 Chicago, IL @ Lincoln Hall
11/04 Columbus, OH @ Ace of Cups
11/05 Ann Arbor, MI @ The Blind Pig
11/06 Toronto, ON @ Lee’s Place
11/07 Buffalo, NY @ Rec Room
11/09 Burlington, VT @ Higher Ground
11/10 Hamden, CT @ Space Ballroom
11/11 Boston, MA @ Brighton Music Hall
11/12 Philadelphia, PA @ The Church
11/13 Brooklyn, NY @ Elsewhere
11/14 Asbury Park, NJ @ Asbury Lanes
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I crave more luxury disposables
A beautiful gym to have a heart attack in[Chorus]
Human life and burial
Is as important as survivors make it
Take my skin and make something
Burn the waste, leave my bones naked[Verse 2]
You ate at your desk
Life-wide pressure
Stress-induced aneurysm
Dark spots cluster
A no-edged sword
Like an ATV on fire parked indoors[Chorus]
Human life and burial
Is as important as survivors make it
Take my skin and make something
Burn the waste, leave my bones nakеd
Everyone on my block
Who speaks English is drunk
Submit to thе virus
Un-bless yourself with luck[Bridge]
A rhizome of frayed nerves
As the market bell sounds
Dully wrapped in 20 suits
Stuffed with phoenix down
No church, no pews, no walls
Feedback drowns all of your calls
A curse on all our lips
For the king who only sits
Deep breaths on a discount bus
Ignore all else, put the price on us
The brain inside your phone
Knows how to get you home
Which of the three will you work for?
Do you remember the name of the store?
Rent space in a minimalist grid
And dig for the treasures they hid
Which of the three will you pray for?
Have you recalled the name of your lord?
Tell the world how much you pay the man who prays for you[Outro]
To Anne-Marie on my birthday
Said she could help, but just sent money
Get an hour out of town
Thought the state would turn around
Thought the job would work for you
Tthought the sky would still be blue
Twenty-three by eighy-four by twenty-eight
Turns to hope for peaceful death
Evoked potential in droves
Twenty-three by eighy-four by twenty-eight
Turns to hope for peaceful death
Or at least two days off in a row
