The streets are cold, numb and lifeless. All that once was is nonexistent. Every week, struggle for work - this week I work, the next unemployed – struggle to survive. Pay the bills, America’s pastime. 12 hour days for next to nothing pay. I have no home. Cold fucking embrace. There’s no money for us in this state of shit. We’re losing our health just to make ends meet. Factory to factory – mill to mill; slaves to the rich. We’re bread to fail.
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