Still some things can defeat me.
Are they making me really stronger?
Day by day its getting harder.
What doesn't kill me that makes me so weak.
And when I see your dark eyes...
Its like a touch of hand that plays back time.
I've got my personal madhouse that I Have to live in till the end of time.
I cant forget it,
Cant regret it,
Visions of horror haunt me in dark.
Life has turn to the avoidance of madness.
Just wake me up, just wake me up
I cant control it,
Cant ignore it,
I close my eyes and cant fall asleep.
Nights became a runaway from illusions,
Silence screams - death falls from above
Here I lay between the walls of fire motionlessly,
I cant hit the one who hits me.
I hear Their calling deep inside my head,
So many voices pray for help
So desperate, so disturbing
I hear their cries inside my empty soul,
I'll never leave these walls of pain.
The veil of fear lies on my neck
Since I've come back from hell,
Since I have been back from hell
When I hear your voice,
I see my hands turning into straws,
I see my weapons turned into toys,
Helpless against you
When I see your dark eyes...
Am I turning into a weak child?
It doesn't matter if I'm alive or dead,
I've got your bullet Inside my head.
Yeah, It's right in my head.
I see my hands turning into straws,
I see my weapons turned into toys.
Am I turning into a weak child?
I've got your bullet inside my mind.
There, between lines I saw all of the gods
Their bodies rot at the barb wire...
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