the worlds to much to bare
that's why the rope round my neck is already prepared
i feel the shackles locked tight
the weight on my shoulders is the chains round my mind
given one option in life
live by the code that someone else defined
I can't shake this feeling
This is the punishment
life is another word for solitary confinement
no chance to speak nor think
We're being dragged to the surface only to sink
rock bottom coming close
been there before but now it’s the end of the road
trying so hard to cope
but where ever i turn i’m at the end of a rope
swinging
noose around my neck
singing
born to die in the gutter
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023