Always looking to the days when the rot shows.
Always waiting for another door to close.
Made up fears.
Wasted years.
Utter madness has shown itself in this life.
We waded in the horror,
The agony manifest.
And in your mind where the ill thoughts billow,
No one wants to hear.
No vindication.
No seeking revenge.
No end to the suffering.
It all repeats in the end.
But then my world stops turning,
Another day in a downward spin.
When my world stops turning,
I found I felt nothing.
Nothing.
No vindication.
No seeking revenge.
No retribution.
Not even offense.
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