They raise their fist to strike
There is no remorse
You can’t avoid the fight
You have no choice
You try to keep ‘self sane
So you beg for more
You try to leave the pain
Search for the exit door
Execute! Execute! Execute all resistance
Braking through, braking through
I’ll break through the fence
I’m against, I refuse, I ignore all the rules
Inject in to my vein everything that boosts
You raise your fist to strike
There is no remorse
Now you are ready to fight
You have no choice
Killing all your own thoughts
Making your mind numb
No sense, no voice
What will you become?
They try to make us fools!
We are behind the bars!
Behind bars, behind walls
There’s no remorse
Maimed angel from the sky
Screams loudly, craves to die
Rotten angel from the grave
Craves to die
It’s a place full of shit
Making a good man rough
It’s like a fighting pit
Around your neck there is the rope
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