You will never see the light
You are destined to let them down
You will forever disappoint
You will be haunted
until you die
Endless anxiety not helped by the voices
Forever tormented by these self proclaimed prophesies
You can't escape what isn't there
Like a carnival of insanity trapped inside your mind
Once upon a time the demons remained silent
Once upon a time the world held wonder
Once upon a time this carnival held nothing but hope
Once upon an time
I was free
Infinite medication, the solution to everything.
Causing more problems turning everything to shit.
No amount of pills can fill the void left behind.
No amount of drugs can fix my head
There is just no fixing it
There is just no fucking fixing it
Looking at this sad existence through a window full of soot
Watching our brother's give their lives for a country not worth saving
Painting this vision with colors now faded. I need to relearn how to fucking live.
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This is one of the top industrial metal albums I have had the pleasure of hearing, and as a long time lover of industrial metal that's saying quite a lot. With just a little more refining this band could easily hit the top. The sound is dark, gritty, raw, and ruthless, yet somehow also quite melodic. The songs have me headbanging, losing myself in the melodies, and bouncing to the beats all at the same time. Robert Saunders