Incoherent, yet we make conscious decisions
My promises to you just becomes spoken filth
That pave paths to what we'll ultimately regret
The swaying in my steps was my own uncertainty
Much like artists who've lost their niche
With cloaks and masks we begin to change shape
We exist in gray scenes of cracked landscapes
Sinking in sands of a coming shore
End the drought with a burial at sea
Siren songs too faint to lull me
Uneasy dreamers the moon escapes me
Lost in confusion we arrive at the same point
In which lovers cross paths but just carry on.
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
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022