Losing my mind, a rebirth seen in the web of lies
A fantasy played out of you leaving me behind
No hope, no faith
Just an urge to hate
You'll only learn the truth is worse
A link of chain tightened grip across my fingers
The bloated skin slowly shifting down the river
I will put vengeance to shame
I will not make it out alive
A link of chain, tightened grip across my fingers
My tattering skin while her hands form the blisters
Scattered remains slowly shifting down the river
No hope, no faith
No life to fake
A link of chain, tightened grip across my fingers
My tattering skin while her hands form the blisters
Scattered remains slowly shifting down the river
You’ll only learn the truth is worse
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024