As the days go by, I constantly look for a sign of something real, something tangible, something to feel. Standing on the edge of insanity and rationality; not knowing what to expect next. Staring in the eyes of a devil, he watches closely. Devil on my back, demons in my brain, how much more of this shit can I contain? Do you know what it’s like to feel true hate? These evil fucking forces have sealed my fate. Wake up in the night in a cold fucking sweat, you’re all I fucking have and there’s nothing fucking left. Self-inflicted – my mind’s a mess. Unstable, my body’s in distress.
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