I felt sick
Afraid of the wake up call
Will I be your burden
To drive my guilt further?
Old mistakes are crawling
To celebrate unending nonsense
The same words, the same critique,
A house of cards rebuilt
Worn-out traces of war-torn places,
To be revaged by violent faces
A dilemma: do i keep the dust and rubble
For reminder, or for control?
There's a way to confine now
All the details from this grime life of yours
You left by the easiest door
No one would say a thing and
Holding my hand you thought
Memories don't count for the dead
For sure
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Really can't describe how this album makes me feel, It gives me like a dark sensation that makes me wanna fight back to live a better life. hematonautics
The origin behind this delightfully brutal glitch/noise record is wild: a program that plays any application as if it’s an audio file. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 10, 2022