Inhale life’s end, we are gods wearing hollow crowns
Put our lives on a silver platter, until the starving can eat no more
Spilling blood in the soil, slap a noose on the young
Lord take a step back,
behind the shadow of lies
the living eyes have never bled this blind
False guidance held high,
a sermon of sin, a sign of the times
All hope is lost, death springs new life, grasping at the seams
Milk the tree of its fruit while the herd circle the few that remain,
No violence needed but the mental strain takes place
Enough to bring a mountain to its knees
Ignore the signs around us and burn the life inside
Dead hearts
Dead hearts beating
Tear us apart, Dead beating hearts
Inhale life’s end, we are gods wearing hollow crowns
Ignorant in the best way hardcore-influenced death metal for those who like to windmill in a cloud of smoke. So good even this straight edge kid could be enticed. If you liked the attitude of the first Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza album, come see this. Shoutout to Aftershock reviews for the introduction. Luke