They can say
the ways of the flesh
bare credence to devices of the mind
pain is real; as to skin, as to soul
torment wakes inside me; I am kin to one who dies a thousand deaths
For most there is no pleasure without pain
For one who lives in constant pain I say they are the same
No respite, no relief
in every passing second
I will change
for the worst
and bare the name of ruin on my back
The suffering
of fifty lifetimes
weighs upon my shoulders
There is not one hour I am truly alive
For I’m encased in unrestrained decay
My darkest fears
keep clawing at my back
My work is never done;
I keep coming back for more
I am the Masochist
I have become a ruined husk
Before I regain my consciousness
I will transcend into the dark beyond
Please believe me
I am no longer afraid
of what lies beyond
I’ll pretend to suffer the consequences
I’ll pretend it’s just as bad
as it was before
Deathcore brutal, directo, conciso con lo que propone y que no da ningún espacio a respiros innecesarios. Ataca a la yugular como es debido. Alejandro Herrera
Midwestern prog-metal stalwarts go for the throat on their new EP, featuring a roiling cover of the Smashing Pumpkins' “1979.” Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2019
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner