The stench of rotting corpses fuels my lust for the living
following the innocent
watching the sand in the hourglass pass by as the world crumbles and trembles from my twisted wrath
No fucking feelings no fucking hope nothing left but to dig a hole
rotting bones rotting dreams the dirt is cold but it feels nice to me
Tick tock tick tock the pendulum is swing high
the scythe is ready to take a life
the end is fucking nigh the end is fucking nigh
left to rot left to rot
The shadow is near and he's hungrier than I thought.
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