The controlling grip that it has on my body leaving it's mark on my skin
Making sure that I will never forget the guilt, the shame, the sin
It's like a vacuum hurricane, tearing me apart and sucking out my brain
No way to fix this, so I wallow in doubt and let the clouds form and rain
The shackles to substance fuels our primordial sustenance
Forget the memory, destroy the trauma just to let it regain relevance
It pricks my skin (the unforgiving guilt)
I wish I could've prevented everything, age and weakness stopped me
Now my worst fears, and toxins in my veins, is turning me into something I don't want to be
Relapse, memory banks close, lose control
I now only feel comfortable with the bottle and the smoke
Angels ashes, crystal ice, cold snow, blood shot eyes
I remember the needle and flower on your arm when I said "please don't close your eyes"
Fuck.....
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
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Even for this genre the sheer intensity of this album always manages to floor me. Might not be the most unique album under the sun but it doesn't have to be; the performances are tight and ferocious, the songwriting is dynamic and explosive, the production is crushing, it's just all things to a mathcore fan. napalmsatan