Cracks and fucking screams,
Spitting from your arteries.
I can hear you grieve,
It fills my mind with vicious things.
Blackened tongue,
Splintered vision,
You will never fucking listen.
I can see you fucking seething,
I won't share the air you're breathing,
Dripping poison in the ear,
Of all your precious loves and dears.
Force fed all your twisted words,
Fucking sick, you fucking curse.
I'm sick,
But I'm not,
Guilty of this anymore.
I'm sick,
But I've got,
Another way out of this life.
The Italian hardcore group’s latest is a powerful, claustrophobic album that rarely lets up its mathy, metallic assault. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 6, 2018