What's happening with you ?
You can't comprehend it
What's wringing your heart ?
This is only a groving fear
When the walls close you like a jaw
When you touch the wall and this was too cold
When you look around and everywhere is dark
When you feel like a closed fish in a can
Let me out, get me out - you shout this
But nobody wants to listen
You can't see the way out there
Your position is without prospect
With hammering you don't solve any problems
Slowly torturing you, driving you insane
Tears of depression that cover your face
Voices, voices, voices ...
That echoing in your brain
Voices, voices, voices ...
Drive you mad
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024