I wear my wounds burning bright in sundown red
Bright as the blank page that I am
Screaming letters every night that I'm asleep
Countless curses on my self
Written by my hate of being me
In the wake of hopeless battles
I keep myself at bay
Fought with broken hands
There is Not much left of me
Half lit faces and light hearted hopes
In these depths I'm laying low
If it means to find my place
I'll Never come of age
I'm holding onto anything
That seems to bring me ease
I can't bear my own fate
If I'm sinking in the pain I crave
Ever growing
Never ending
Ever changing
My cracks
Always finding hidden trails to rip me apart.
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
On their Relapse debut, the Richmond experimental metal band deliver a grim forecast for humanity built on nonstop sonic brutality. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 24, 2022