It’s needless to tell, I already tried and I fell
It’s so hard to live at the same time in heaven and hell
There’s no time, no rest, no satisfaction
There’s no line, there is no straight way to follow
Just stumbling naked in the murk
You have to swallow
Every filth, every draggled dirt
How can I touch the sky without wings?
How could I? What am I expected?
My hearth is spinning, being helpless is killing
It’s so hard to win at the end while I’m always losing
What am I, what am I expected?
There's no line, no satisfaction
There's no line no rest No way!
What are they? What are they expecting from me?
What are we? What are we expected to follow?
Just stumbling naked in the murk
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