It´s so cold on the outside
It´s much colder on the inside
We obeyed the order exterminate (we exterminate)
The fate of hate brought you my friend to the end (you're no longer friend)
Emperor of the terror tied to the stake (tied to the stake)
The bearer not much of sparer crawling like snake (you people are fake)
This is the end
When I did not know what to do. I dug up grave for me and you.
Whatever doesn't makes you stronger, makes you dead. I guess this is human's fate.
We're running out of time, whole life we are waiting in the line.
We've left ourselves behind, whatever future screams, nothing is what it seems.
Nothing, Nothing, Nothing
There is no sanity clause. There is no happiness.
We live in fairy tales. There is just madness.
Let me explain
There is no point in being sane
From constant hate through anger to moony.
We need no reason or cause we are just loony.
It only takes one little pill or a sip, but neither of those will make you smaller or bigger.
It only makes your inner-self comes to the light, the inner-self you try so desperately hide behind the curtain.
But is it worthy? Does it makes you feel powerful enough to fight this life, to fight yourself?
The answer is
No, you can´t fight this life with your head in the clouds.
Every person will stab you with the knife, If you had any doubts
When I did not know what to do. I dug up grave for me and you.
Whatever doesn't makes you stronger, makes you dead. I guess this is human's fate.
We're running out of time, whole life we are waiting in the line.
We've left ourselves behind, whatever future screams, nothing is what it seems.
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