I grow so sick of this life, and how it brings me to my knees. There is always a struggle against my anxiety. This is my body and this is my blood; A fever dream, and I can’t wake up. I am alive, yet I feel more worthless as time passes on. There seems to be no end to this pain which I am drawn. Days like these will be the end of me.
Brutal, battering industrial music from this Austin, TX, group rolls in like a thundercloud—pitch-black and threatening. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2016