These heavy thoughts, are killing me
a slow death I will meet
I can't refocus, stuck in this door
revolving traumas I'd kill to ignore
it's all ripping, my reality
weakly stitched seams, comprise me
a fellow darkness, my only friend
has come to save me
if I take its hand
I can see it, the truth in the dark
a sullen savior, peace cold and stark
held the blade to my wrist
temple pressed with a gun
found myself in a trance
convinced my time had come
it's a heartbreaking truth
reality in which I exist
spending too much time
pretending I want to live
held the blade to my wrist
pressed the gun to my head
wrote down my last words
to never speak again.
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023