I’m picking up broken glass from our fighs.
Blood on my hands is black and dry.
Wounds inside me are still there.
I’m living with them every day, sad enough.
I’m falling down my life is rough. When you are gone.
When I’m alone. I’m punching the walls to realase those feels.
Now I know. What meant your smile for me. It can not be lie.
I will reverse my skin from the inside out. I’ll handle it.
Maybe then I’ll be normal.
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023