True Will

by White Widows Pact

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1.
Landlord 02:26
you sell me sanctuary in a house of theft full of poison condemned and shot this filthy slum where we’re left to rot you stand before me a man of the cloth you don’t see light you’ve taken it all for the chosen ones we won’t see light broken glass and needles burn through the flesh the building crumbles and the hallways smell like death all you do is cash the checks you stand before me a man of the cloth you don’t see light you’ve taken it all for the chosen ones we won’t see light you’ve given me nothing only neglect you don’t see light you’ve rejected my worth and I’m still in this wreck we won’t see light what clears your conscious when you sleep at night? is it the righteous path leading only those of your kind? pious and blind what makes you think? you hold the scales of virtue not vice don’t you worry the lord doesn’t see you but I do you’ll be damned all the same rejected my worth and I’m still in this wreck we won’t see light what clears your conscious when you sleep at night? is it the righteous path leading only those of your kind? pious and blind what makes you think? you hold the scales of virtue not vice
2.
it’s been thirteen years of war and all I got to show for it are sunken eyes and memories of lives taken and lost it’s been thirteen years of war waged by disposable heroes while the gluttons spoil in their palaces spare me the crocodile tears the ceremonies, medals and the promises I don’t trust god and I don’t trust you the waging of battles the taking of lives I don’t trust god and I don’t trust you that brutal existence you shoved into my eyes it’s been thirteen years of war and I finally figured it out evil is a well dressed man and he’s living next door his entire life, built on a grave of lies I don’t trust god and I don’t trust you the waging of battles the taking of lives I don’t trust god and I don’t trust you that brutal existence you shoved into my eyes I’ve been to the bottom and I’ll never forget I live devastation and sleep in regret I don’t trust God so the question is who would you rather be the soldier or the slave him or me? living idle in this peaceful routine disconnected from the pain the soldier or the slave, him or me? thirteen years of war, and I’m still fighting
3.
Hangman 03:21
a paper tyrant the need to control the pitiful tricks of a fuck that I loath you’ll never take my power again rationale and reasoning don’t meet the terms of your power trip you’ll never take my time again I’ve given you too much rope because I’ve made you believe you got me on the gallows but I’m just playing dead until revenge comes for you one way or another you’re waiting to be destroyed you’ll never take my power again instead I’ll watch you sink as the water fills your lungs you’ll never take my time again I’ve given you too much rope because I’ve made you believe you got me on the gallows but I’m just playing dead until revenge comes for you you’re nothing to this world but an impossible man looking for reasons to manipulate demand from the other side of the wall where you wallow alone in your dark little space that you call a home this is your invention I didn’t give you this life I’m just an easy target for your misguided rage through your actions revenge will come for you
4.
your worth nothing to the bishops and rooks that stand behind you just to watch you fall. you bleed the narrative and never live to tell the tale it’s just another enterprise for the empires of death history belongs to the winners so who are you? the guardian of the lion’s lie or the forgotten sinner? you bleed the narrative and never live to tell the tale it’s just another enterprise for the empires of death You say it’s just survival but I’m asking for who? I thought you’d be smart enough to ask all the questions when you already have one foot in the grave just like the rest of you do because I know there’s no difference in front of the callousness of power between me and you
5.
Intertwined 02:26
(interlude)
6.
No Exit 03:36
why should I fight when no one walks out of the smoke? nature has no politics only oblivion everyday feels like the weight of a tombstone laid on top of my chest the granite fights my rib cage and my will begins to die why should I fight when no one walks out of the smoke? nature has no politics only oblivion how can you navigate yourself with a compass that only points straight back into the ground? I get no pleasure from playing god anymore this economy of secrets humbles me into dust. why should I fight when no one walks out of the smoke? nature has no politics only oblivion how can you navigate yourself with a compass that only points straight back into the ground? all I have is believing in nothing
7.
to this verse by screaming on the shoulders of giants I find a new way, for myself to keep on, fighting for all the light that, breaks smoke by screaming on the shoulders of giants I find a new way, for myself to walk on, up this road to nowhere, only death pushing forward with fists held high the sweat and salt stinging my eye asking questions and finding a place playing a part to stay with the race hell is earth and I’m gonna be the one to sing songs all over it’s burning corpse and dance all over bones and ashes pawns and lovers enemies and presidents until I’m the last one covered in blood
8.
Undertaker 01:49
grief demands answers but they will be given to no one without the weight of searching scalpels and Y shaped scars grief demands answers but they will be given to no one except when the fallen speak in black tongues and iron screeds we stand on the souls of those we keep and sow the seeds of selective memories that start to synthesize the narcotic myths of life and triumph and the sad songs of love and death that keep us awake to reap another sun
9.
married by chaos and tragedy foreign and enraged now I feel you reaching for my neck as I gasp for breath and your hands begin to clench how can this be? so fucking cruel and unusual I’ll never know nothing can change the facts of that night there won’t be wrong or right just the casualties of circumstance and your swollen pride that wants to take my life for something I haven’t done you call this justice or revenge? you don’t even know who I am you call this justice or revenge? how can this be? so fucking cruel and unusual I’ll never know if you think I’ll roll over and just give myself to the grave you’ve made a big fucking mistake I’ll rise to my feet and keep swinging with blood stained teeth you can never take everything from me true will never dies
10.
The Watch 03:33
loveless and precise it disciplines me into small panics of survival instinct from another failure and a withering day relentless, ruthless methodical and cold relentless, ruthless rigorous methodical and cold watch the second hand sweep past it’s marks pompous and total with regard for no one forcing me to put on a face for the world of controlled desperation while living in a private hell that you will never see walking blindly on a paithed road to a place I’ll never reach imprisoned by obsession and the articles of speech shackled to tradition bounded by routine a controlled desperation I’ll never leave my private hell

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With True Will, White Widows Pact does its hometown proud. Named one of 2015's "100 Bands You Need to Know" by Alternative Press earlier this year, White Widows Pact now officially earns that title. On True Will, New York hardcore, '90s death metal, and Southern sludge unite in a storm of grooving power that nods to Madball, Obituary, and Crowbar. Out now, on New Damage Records.

"This record needs anger management counseling. Five stars."
–MetalSucks, Top records of 2015

"Over the course of 10 tracks, this Brooklyn metal quintet sounds as if it can’t decide whether it would rather pummel or swing. So it does both. Expect bruises."
–The Washington Post

"Hardcore peppered with Crowbar's Obedience Thru Suffering..."
–Revolver

"White Widows Pact reminds us that metal and hardcore were always perfectly suited for mating with each other and that, in fact, the two forms share the same DNA."
—Pitchfork

"Insanely heavy... Sludgy, ripping guitars... When looking for a new band to get angry to, White Widows Pact have you covered on every front."
–Noisey

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released October 16, 2015

True Will was recorded and mixed at The Wild Arctic in Portsmouth, New Hampshire with Dean Baltulonis (Sick of It All, Modern Life Is War) and mastered by Brad Boatright (Nails, High on Fire).

Guest appearances on True Will include: Sara Taylor of Youth Code, Liam Cormier of Cancer Bats, Aaron Heinold of Hivesmasher, and Leech of Theologian.

Photo: Meg Wachter
Illustration: Dan Bones

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White Widows Pact Brooklyn, New York

Brooklyn metal. Debut album, True Will, available now through New Damage Records.

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