The phrase “there are no atheists in foxholes” has always been a cheap argument: that crisis collapses conviction, that when things get bad enough, you’ll reach for God whether you meant to or not. Soma Sema flips it. Their narrator is the atheist who stays in the foxhole anyway, watching “a new column of heaven” get built with gold plates while the Times prints the headlines nobody wants to read.
The band came up on Rage Against the Machine, Refused, and At The Drive-In, and “Atheist In A Foxhole” carries that lineage without photocopying it. The post-hardcore framework holds real structural tension: moments of relative space that make the hardcore eruptions hit harder, metalcore density that never tips into self-indulgence. It’s disciplined anger, which is the most useful kind.
Lyrically, the song works in collisions. “Living space will take its place on the topsoil,” puts real estate and burial in the same breath. “Trying to be the biggest shit in the asshole” is genuinely funny and genuinely disgusted at the same time, which is a hard balance to pull off at this volume. The chorus keeps it blunt: “all of this pain / could be replaced.” Not healed. Not transcended. Replaced. The word choice matters.
“I am disgraced” lands as the final line with no softening around it. Not rage exactly. Something colder.
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