Burn!
Like the acid in your stomach
Corrode!
You, from the inside
Can you hear them now?
Will you listen?
The clock is always turning
The skeletons in your closet
The blood on your hands
Can you hear them now
Will you listen?
Your burdens
Will never be mine
I won't bleed from my father's old wounds
I won't wait, for another, damn day
As time comes to pass
As faith ceases to exist
As time tightens its grasp
Your grief is a trivial toil
You stand on seas of glass and broken bones
An empty husk of myth and slander
Self-pity courses through your veins
It twists and turns out from your poison tongue
The skeletons in your closet
The blood on your hands
Can you hear them now
Will you listen?
As time comes to pass
As faith ceases to exist
As time tightens its grasp
Your grief is a trivial toil
An assembly line of crushing doom, blistering death-rock, and misery-laden black-metal, powered by a one-man torture machine. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2018