Oh, the writhing pain, withering against your wrist. Deeper and deeper constricting you, twisting and discourse. Off the trails we go, glistening lights soon follow. Glimmer within my cell, a glow ever fastening. Forsaken in each lie we told. All hope of abandonment thrown out to dry. Maybe if I hadn't seen you try, I wouldn't feel this way. But, there is no pleasing the iron horse. No one escapes within its mind. With pleasure it grabs ahold of you, without mercy it drags you underneath, where no gods can breathe or speak. Where absentness doesn't mean unhappiness. There is no pleasing this iron horse. No one there to set you off. No one there to throw your mind. Only your fear can haunt your dream and drag you deeper inside. When it's time to go, do not fear giving in. Nothing happens when you die, and there is no hell for suicide. So slit your wrists and let it out tonight. Slit your wrists, it's gonna be alright.
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023