I can‘t stay. I can‘t go. I see my fucking grave, i can‘t let it go.
I can‘t breath and I can‘t be understood. You know nothing about it.
I‘m broken. I‘m terrified. My hands are shaking. My steps are wrong.
Please save me. Please help me. I‘m so scared, maybe it's too late.
/ The part of Tyler Durden monologue from Fight club movie/
I see all this potential, and I see squandering. Goddamn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war.
I see hell, the hell where deamons are in fire and I‘m with them. I can‘t run, run away. The walls are here, everywhere. I desire to escpe but my angels, my angels loose. I desire to escape but my fear, my fear comes true.
Many of us are fighting for the last remains of life but rules aren‘t the same. It‘s something what i can‘t break alone.
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023