The sky was blackened
And we wandered around
Like non-living pawn in the game of deceit
A gesture of stiffness
Fixation that drains
Our paths are molded to lead to a dead end
Now this sky is red
Not by blood
But from hearts bursting to explode
Like clenching fists
That waited
That waited so long…
… For a gentle stroke
Finding my way
Within this dense fog
Of choking fumes
And odious looks
With my eyes sealed
My mouth sewn
Just a form of life
Designed to survive
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016
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