I find it hard to comprehend why there is so much focus on self destructing to fit a mould.
lyrics
RECALL THE TIMES, GREY DAYS REIGN
NOT.. FOR.. ME.
INTO THE VAULT, YOUTH DISMISSED.
NOT.. FOR.. ME.
SICK OF SCRATCHING AT THE SURFACE, TO GET A GRIP, GAIN CONTROL.
WHITE KNUCKLES CLENCHED, I'LL SMASH THROUGH THIS.
NO LONGER FED TO THE DOGS
NOT FOR ME.
NOT FOR ME.
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023
On their Relapse debut, the Richmond experimental metal band deliver a grim forecast for humanity built on nonstop sonic brutality. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 24, 2022