Was it all for nothing, is it all a waste?
Every fucking second of everyday.
Sick thoughts that I'm worthless,
Killing time until the grave.
God won't answer me.
Death haunts my sleep.
Time goes slow when you live in fear as everything you love slowly disappears.
Cursed and aware, grown bitter in 20 years.
Was it all for nothing, is it all a waste.
Slip into the aether, waste away.
In the end what will come of us, buried six feet and fucking left to rot
We are nothing special, born from dust.
Over and over it keeps me awake
We were born into a noose, can you hear my bones break?
I try and I try but I can't run away from a cold sense of clarity. Death haunts me.
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Symphonic stuff in metal doesn’t make its way into my collection aside from a couple of early Cradle albums. The orch here though just ads to how huge this band sounds. It makes elements in the songs more immersive. There are plenty of breaks from orchestration where its in deathcore/slamming brutality mode. While not ignorant, the songs never play with time or get mathy making it accessible and memorable. Came out 2015? Impressed. Mitch Mitcherson
Featuring founding vocalist Jesse Zaraska for the first time since 2004, the Milwaukee veterans' seventh album is a metalcore monster. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 12, 2020