Your image not forgotten, burns its place into memory. Your name, a burden that I speak, weighing heavily on my tongue. I would hope that the sunrise would bring your body close to mine. But it only brings the ties binding me to agony. In my despair, I denounce you, your flesh merely a product of my memory. Incisions buried deep within the warmth of your body. Close your eyes, the razor's kiss will bring you sleep. All I know is that your debts have been waiting to be repaid. I'm the reaper of your sins, I bask in cries of agony. Ignorance, the shackle that shall forever stay your feet. Embedded within your heart, I shall find the root of your lies. I have suffered. You have not suffered.
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022