I gave up being that somebody who'd please you.
Gave up the small talk cause its just an excuse to
to fake a smile and pretend like we're close
I'd say "it's good to see you" but I'm sick of the hoax.
Fist clenched in anger
and I am nothing but a stranger to you.
I keep my distance to observe
But when the words leave your lips there's a poison that burns.
You're all sheep dressed in wolves skin
Barking like dogs just to fit in
but maybe it's me
and I'm just so bitter at every single thing that I can't see
maybe I'm the cancer,
the thorn in my own side
show me the answers.
Wish I could differentiate between
wish I could see past illusions, separate the seams.
So I'll bite my tongue
And let the blood fill my mouth
so that I won't hurt you all
by saying something that I know nothing about
Immersed in grief.
Draped in misery.
Immersed in grief
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