No hands to hold, no tongue to speak.
I've been stuck in my own ways for days, which are turning into weeks.
Relapse three steps forward, and two steps back.
Lack of balance watch me collapse.
The abyss of uncertainty.
No tongue to speak.
Can't contain the fire within,
I will never let myself give in.
Trying so hard to understand,
what makes me who I am.
For so long, I watched my self burn.
Excellent hardcore; dips into beatdown but doesn't push that asshole boundry. This is some great stuff. Guitar sounds killer...as do the vocals. So solid. Michael F.
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