Coming down off caps of death, cut with angels ashes and binary morphine
The numbing process ended and when I looked up
I was in a nightmare waiting for the morning
It was confusing, trauma I stitched with a broken string
I remembered not remembering anything
The sound is creeping up and it irritates me
Go away
stay the fuck away
what I find abusing you find amusing
It makes my skin crawl and my stomach's turning
My thoughts personified into the deafening sound of doubt and I can't get it the fuck out
I tried to block it out
All I heard was the sound of doubt
it festered in my head, made me its house
“I am a dead man walking"
it whispered in my ear,
a deer caught in the headlights of fear
It won't let me talk so I'll let it speak for itself
As scalding as hot lava, the latest from French group Non Serviam collides black metal brutality with industrial grind. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023