Crushed
By the weight of my own thoughts,
Stuck in this prison
At my own cost.
The story carries on.
The social ruin, the moral decay,
The perfect picture of the world, that we live in today,
We cant look out anymore,
So we build up our walls
And the lives that we live will continue,
to haunt us all.
Damages mount.
When will we find a way?
Another day decays.
We're living a lie,
But its true for some,
Stuck in the cycle of strife.
Excluded
Mistreated
Downtrodden
Defeated
For the poor and the weak
There is no love
Under the devil's peak
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023