Open up them eyes that were so tightly shut
And realise regretfully
Fall out of bed, struggling to clear your head
Shudder with the lack of sleep
Working all day just to buy yourself a way
To rot in peace when your maker say
Vapid and grey, rehashing the same day
You'll rot in your peace if your maker's paid
Ease back into the asinine boredom
And let the routine blank your mind
Watch the hands, on the wall and on your wrists
Steadily abstracting time
Watch the clock from the prison of perspective
See the milestones fall one by one
Soon all opportunity will be over
What have you really done
I feel the fire, aware I will expire
Afraid cause I don't have too long
Everyone I know, who makes up my whole world
Before I know it they'll be gone
So much is lost, spent upon the cost
And dreams never became more
And in the end, lying on that bed
No peace just shaking with remorse
supported by 6 fans who also own “Till and Wither”
Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance
supported by 6 fans who also own “Till and Wither”
It's hard to describe this one. It's brutal, it's crazy, it's kicking ass! Some weird and insane shit. It's like a punch in the face…with a Knuckelduster…by your mom…on Christmas. Sælzer Bub