Day to day. Biggest stress. Right in the head. Mentally hexed. I’ve got this burning deep in my chest, I feel closest to dirt when I’m doing best.
Bite my nails to the bone. Clench my jaw, my teeth corrode. Every feeling I have is borrowed, and everything feels like glass when I swallow.
Searched for a process to better myself. My outlook grows heavy, like the books on the shelf. I lost the willingness to learn and grow- find my head, sunk like a stone. 40 winks, demon on my chest. Harshest winter, three months of distress.
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