I fear the words that make me weep.
I fear the hunger that pushes me to crave the end.
My disguise is failing to convince those around me.
This gaping wound will never mend.
I feel sick.
I am confined to this skin.
This flesh holds
a world within.
Bear this agony
Until it all makes sense.
Inhale the ash
From smoke so dense.
Let it bring you down.
Suffer ‘til your last.
You are but a shadow
Of a shadow cast.
Cleanse me of this wretched curse.
I would give anything to feel whole once more.
The orchard burns and the green dissolves.
I feel too weak to continue waging this war.
Brutal, battering industrial music from this Austin, TX, group rolls in like a thundercloud—pitch-black and threatening. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2016