I’ve been waiting to come down
Yet I still feel broken
Like screws and bolts have been stripped
And fallen out of my framing
Give me peace from this fucking hell
The world it churns like blood
Flowing and sticking in the flooring
Oh it’s never going to end
The churning of people like cogs
In a giant cold machine
Numbers and barcodes to record
The daily cattle count
Sent from the cradle to the slaughterhouse
To be butchered and burned
Nature is utterly raped
At the hands of humans and “growth,”
The world we depend to hold us
Is used like a parasites host
And all the world will be ashes
Like one big fucking morgue
Floating in smoke and fire
A dumpster being pured
I feel like I’m drowning
In endless looping thoughts
Despair surely grips me
I’m still feeling shock
Trembling
Fucked up
I can’t take this any longer
Floating in this river of chains
Shackled on every part of my body
Surviving with a broken brain
I’ll escape and end it
My compliance in this soulless game
Fueled by the high or my hatred
Of being imprisoned in terror and pain?
Slouched in the corner of the room you’ll find me
With limp arms and twisted legs
My own blood on which I choked
My skin is as white as their ghosts
I can see myself
Falling to the depths of hell
And from the tree of my ancestors
I’ll swing from the branches of my fathers
Forever suffocating on my own undoing
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