You kiss my cheek
But you’ll spit on my grave
You’ll choke on your lies
Forever the bastard forever weak
You peck out my eyes
When I avert my gaze
Always pulling me back
When will I break the chain?
Weight on my mind
Stones tied to my feet
a fiend til the end
Would you cry for me?
That poison you speak
The venom you spew
The space you take
A curse upon my conscious
Sweet friends of mine
Blood of a relative
Dear loves of mine
Stain of my kin
Sweet friends of mine
Scourge upon my house
Dear loves of mine
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016
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