Chained down by death
Hanging by my own rope
Release my scorn upon all your beliefs
Caress and mourn
My blasphemy awaits
Wretched I’ve emerged
Decomposed and condemned to life
Blistering wounds that cover my hands holding tightly to you
Absence
I’m free from your grasp
Let me rot, to help me disappear
Embrace your death
Absence
I’m free from your thoughts
Let me rot, to help you disappear
Tomorrow I will be free
No one to save me
Keep your endless thoughts for me
My end is here
supported by 33 fans who also own “Ignore Their Remorse”
This album is a textbook example of how production assists with the music and overall aesthetic. It is dirty, grimy and cavernous, some of the most disgusting music I have ever heard in my life. Jacob Ballance
supported by 24 fans who also own “Ignore Their Remorse”
What a monster of an album - the dense, vicious nature tears your chest open and devours your insides. Sick fuckin’ riffs - always a big fan of this one since release. MetalJazzDnB
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