On the precipice of the end of time. Born to die; nowhere to hide. My time has expired. Born to lose; people tired. Keep the machine clean – well and oiled, bodies toiled. Do what you’re told. Drones in the sky and you don’t even ask why. Phones tapped, computers hacked, my mind and body are under attack. The threat is real, the threat is alive, open your eyes, you’re the answer. Smoke and mirrors, the world is torn – so stuff your face and listen to lies. Warheads ready, the mission’s carried out. We are all the target so get ready for hell.
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