Saw a finger worked to the bone
and a life of denial winding down
Heard a death knell from trucks and crates,
filling up a soundless space
Breathed in poison air sent by faceless power incarnate
And my hips and lips were frozen some twenty years ago
I don’t know how and I don’t know why
Through the wall I heard one man’s rage
We lay in bed, tight-lipped and shaky, with nothing to say
Beneath the life of the senses,
under the skins of an image
Is a deep well to drown in
While the killers who draw suffering
sleep soundly tonight
On the other side of the ocean
or where you lay your head
They’ll horde, trample along
Infecting, Suffocating, Crushing, Transfixing
Rationalized by some curious form of detachment
The coin of the dead
Song to my self and those who spit and spew
The question remains:
What are you going to do?
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