MINUTES, HOURS, DAYS, WEEKS - WASTED TIME, FAILED DREAMS. CLOCK’S HANDS AROUND MY NECK, GRIPPING TIGHTER TILL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT. THE CLOCK’S COLD HANDS WON’T EASE THEIR GRIP. GUN TO MY HEAD; PULSE RACE, SWEAT DRIPS. NO PROGRESS, NO PRIDE. REPETITION WITH NO END IN SIGHT. MINDLESS DRONES WHOM THESE WALLS HAVE LINED. BORN INTO LIFE AS A SLAVE TO THE GRIND. WATCHING THE CLOCK, EXHAUSTING MY DAYS. YOUTH CONSTANTLY TICKING AWAY. COUNTING THE SECONDS FOR THIS TO END SO THAT I CAN DREAD COMING BACK AGAIN. BLUE COLLAR BLUES FILL ME WITH DREAD. EVERY EMPTY SECOND IS A SHOT TO THE HEAD.
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023