For every broken dream, we lose more self esteem.
Hiding in their nests and lofts, out of touch but quick to scoff
I hate these swine. Wretched Bastards, damning us all.
Like rats, they burrow. Don’t think, just go.
You will die just like the vermin you are, you will die just like a rat.
It’s almost like we enjoy the misery, I want to die with everything on earth.
Like rate they burrow, don’t think just go.
It’s almost like that we enjoy the misery. I want to die with everything on earth.
You will die like just like the vermin you are. You will die just like a rat.
I never wanted anything in life except to be content. Now I just want to fucking die.
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024