If I fly like a feather, there will be nothing to bother
If I crawl like a snake, there will be no legs to break.
These defeatist thoughts, they are spreading like swarm of moths.
Ash is falling, my eyes are burning I can´t see.
I think I´m running, from the person that I used to be.
My mind is crying, every night I can not sleep.
Tossing and turning. Every thought just makes me bled.
Makes me bled.
Embrace the dawn or die on every itch.
What´s past is gone, it´s like blood under the bridge.
Embrace the dawn or pull out every stitch.
What´s past is gone, it´s like blood under the bridge.
Ash is still falling my skin is cracking.
No more I´m running, what has become of me?
Sanity is long gone in the place I couldn't keep.
Reality is dripping thoughts that just makes me bleed
The past is not future.
Embrace the dawn or die on every itch.
What´s past is gone, it´s like blood under the bridge.
Embrace the dawn or pull out every stitch.
What´s past is gone, it´s like blood under the bridge.
Embrace the dawn or live with every twitch.
What´s past is gone, it´s like blood under the bridge.
Embrace the dawn or feel like just some glitch.
What´s past is gone, it´s like blood under the bridge.
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