HOVERING OVER US, THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD.
EXISTENTIAL DREAD OF THE END OF DAYS.
MOTIVATION LOST LIKE A POISON OF THE MIND.
BLEAK FUTURE PAINTED IN THE LANDSCAPE OF TIME.
SUBCONSCIOUSLY SURRENDERING HOPE.
WE LAY IN WAIT FOR THE IMPENDING TO CONSUME.
NO LONGER SEEKING THE PATHWAYS TO FIGHT,
TOMORROW HOLDS NOTHING BUT THE PROMISE OF NIGHT.
HOW LONG DO WE BREATHE IN THEIR FALL OUT?
WE FORGET IT’S AN OPIATE OF THEIR DESIGN.
WE LOSE INTEREST IN NOURISHING OUR SPIRIT,
AND WHY SHOULD WE CRY WITH NO ONE TO HEAR IT?
PAST ARE THE YEARS TO DREAM,
GONE ARE THE SANDS IN THE HOURGLASS.
DECADES HAVE SEEN THE RISING AND THE FALL,
AND WHAT CHANGES YET BUT MORE HATRED OF THE SMALL?
A NIGHTMARE THAT WE DON’T QUESTION,
SLEEPING WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT IS REST.
WHEN WE’RE ACCUSTOMED TO A DISMAL EXISTENCE,
HOW CAN WE RECOGNIZE THE TIME TO PROTEST?
WHAT PRIZE, WHAT END?
YES WE ARE IN THE DOWNTRODDEN AGE,
THE LEAST PROMISING OF OUR KIND.
WITH LIES TAKEN BY PROLIFIC GREED
AND HEARTS HARDENED BY THINLY VEILED LIES.
YES WE ARE LETHARGIC IN SELF INTEREST,
WE ARE FAR TOO SWALLOWED TO REJECT.
WHERE DOES THE NEXT LADENED STEP BRING US,
WHEN WE ARE BARELY EVEN CARE FOR OURSELVES?
one of the most important releases of the decade, the horrors shouted here are only getting worse, type of shit to keep you up at night. straight raw punk to slam breakdowns on some parts, wild wild shit. thankful to have caught them at TIANTG fr. David