BAND NAME: The Holwell Account
GENRE: Technical Deathcore
MEMBERS: Mark Ansolini (vocals), Alex Laughlin (guitar), Brandon Krupski (guitar), Richard Verrill (drums), Michael Reid (bass)
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EMAIL: theholwellaccount@gmail.com
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New Merch
Whats up! We have a new shirt that is available for purchase now! This shirt is only 5 dollars, and you should get one. This can be done at one of our shows or by getting a hold of us and we will figure something out. We aren't cool enough for an 'e-store' yet, but something might be in the works...who knows.
We are also currently in the process of drafting other shirt ideas and getting some legit recordings done. See keep a look out for news on that in the coming weeks! It will be soon, we promise!
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The moment you've probably not been waiting for! Lyrics.
1776
It's...
hard to see beyond with any sense of conviction
when you're forced to accept fate as the only way.
Understand that death is necessary to our survival.
Failure should not be confused with defeat,
but seen as progression toward our success.
Consumed by thoughts of inevitable collapse,
we allow fear to misguide us.
I can see divergence come with your passing.
So we wait for that moment with the patience of decay.
A victim of our own device: hang by your own rope.
Realize your death as necessary to our survival.
Th Arbitrary Standard
This forced conversation takes conscious effort from me.
A solemn resolve to keep my composure intact.
What little patience I have I will not reserve to the dictation of society.
Should you ever forget this:
I will become the gnawing reminder when you sleep.
I will become the knowing recurrence in your dreams.
The idea of subtly is absurd when entertaining the display of my anger and irrational idea as they coalesce.
So for this you'll become another unfortunate circumstance.
The Beggar's Knot (Part 2)
Show me then these guiding hands that have forced me forward
over the countless who only see me now.
In their moment of weakness -
Longing to drag me down to share in their disillusioning.
Pleading for resolution even in their death
(One which they ever dream but turn their prayers from.)
The blind don't know they're wandering in the night
just inches from the tip of the knife.
It was only a matter of time.
So let this trail be limned by the broken
who have been justly given exactly what they deserve.
Let my spirits be lifted when bearing witness to the end of the world.
On the horizon, I can see to the West, there is only fire.
Tonight, the sun will not set on me.
And I will finally see through to the end of this,
for I have walked this road to the point of unraveling -
until it's threads have unbound and wound themselves tight around my throat.
My prayer: this knot holds.
Wrought Confidence
I know you want nothing more than to see me to death
as I so desire the chance to put you in your place.
Your ideals have consumed you and led you to your end.
Though you are so insignificant to me,
I cannot allow for recoursive action to be taken.
There will be no alternative to the outcome of this situation.
There will be no pity from me.
I promise I won't take my foot from your throat
until you choke on the shit you have fed to others.
Your ideals have consumed you and led you to your end.
Contemplation
It would be impossible for me to convey
a sense of purpose even remotely understood.
Unyielding to design, this cannot be relayed
in a single comprehensive thought
(in a single comprehensive thought).
Yet I am sure of this singular, solitary emotion -
If I may so brazenly deem it.
Should our pinnacle moments be captured,
would we be seen at peace with the world?
It's this that I often consider.
The culmination of life's experience leading up to
a moment we will never remember.
Our greatest insight, we will never have the
opportunity to share.
...the opportunity to share...
This is the irony of our existence.
And so this shall pass in extenuating circumstance.
Of our moments in revelation, nothing for our recollection.