This message I send is for the men before me
Whose ears the shots won’t reach
To the creators of this machine
That’s sucking the life from my surroundings
Tubes and tunnels I’ll fight the colors fade
And to the men from their seed
Who were ridden with lust and driven by greed
To the men whose tongues sealed our fate.
The visionaries speak, only to be cauterized
By the pervert and the mind retains at bay afraid of the repercussions
Brought by thinking
Control held by the men who kill their friends
And rape their kids
Why must you attempt to domesticate
Everyone and everything?
Behind the times
Can’t trust our owns eyes
Your deceit runs through my veins
Bearing the futile idea of an escape
I feel the sickness in the air
I can’t inhale
Can’t escape their faces
These people closing in to eat me.
(the monster your motive created).
There’s bombs going off all around me
I’m not saying its much but this shrapnels.
pretty fucking distracting
They’re Timid to move, too fearful to step out of line
Echoes cease to live in this resort of ruins
where every man is a mute
and the few who know the truth
don’t speak would you?
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023