I feel nothing and I dont think I ever will
I feel nothing except the urge to fucking kill
cops are corrupted, kidnapping children
left without a trace, still a blank look on my face
skies falling now the world screams in terror
you cry for justice it doesnt even matter
the world is the same
I am to blame
violence on the streets
pipe bombs at your feet
the bombs hit the ground
they wont make a sound
the world's not the same
I am to blame
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024