I'm standing here now
Struggled by fret
Fed by some strange prediction
Everything's changing when I feel embrace
I'm falling into my own mind
You are creating grim visions with charm
Grinding my world
By unnamed threat
I want to feel nothing
This is my bourne
Try, try to fight down
Dry on the sun
While you are planning malace
Torn, torn me apart
Dismember my shell
Whenever I scream for justice
Feeling ashamed by my own inamplitude
Misheard, disgraced and abused
Descend the fear but no light is upon
I am teared apart
By unnamed threat
This threat
I want to feel nothing
This is my bourne
This ain't me, I am not a chess pawn
You've created my world without goal
I am falling into oblivion
Nobody is here
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024