Forfiet your fucking tides
There is rememberance of the days in which our fathers have died
We can not rewrite this page
There will never be better days
I can't grasp your rope
The strands are frayed and damaged
With this day
How can you show me what you have left
You have nothing left for me
You are nothing
You are now stranded
Broken from the grip of life
No more company
You remain on your own
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023