A race with nothing left to give
the world bled dry by a human leach
a parasite born to consume
with nothing to give
and it all to lose
the worlds balanced
on the edge of a sword
and I can't wait
wait for it to fall
death is progress
and life is a sin
born into a world
with nothing to win
Life is a tired old game
death are only reprieve
born damned in a world of pain
I'm left with a desire for death
I reach for his hand
one final breathe
desire becomes demand
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