Lyrics to Let It Enfold You
While dozens of their peers continue to create soul-rendering music about the girls who shattered their hearts and ruined their lives, the Bergen County, New Jersey five piece takes a more intellectual approach to sonic catharsis. Even the name Senses Fail comes from frontman Buddy Nilelsen's interest in spirituality.
"In Hinduism, they believe that being alive is hell, and the only way to reach Nirvana is to ultimately have no attachments to anything," he explains. "So, people go out and live in the middle of the woods and they don't eat and don't drink. They just meditate because they've reached such a high level where they're not attached to love, relationships or anything. And if you want to reach the highest level of being and see God, you have to have all your senses fail."
The band's full-length debut, Let It Enfold You, is a melodic and an emotionally revealing slugfest that dives into unusual and refreshing subject matter. The title track is named after a poem by nihilistic author and poet Charles Bukowski, "The Irony of Dying on Your Birthday" draws from the work of mythologist Joseph Campbell and the lyrics of "Slow Dance" are comprised of lines from Dao De Jing.
