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No End
02:46
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No end, no silence, no carefree release. The feeling leaves the flesh, nothing left in me. Distaste for compassion tormenting me. Dissolute, disinterest, character disease. No end, no silence, no carefree release. The feeling leaves the flesh, nothing left in me. Nothing but defeat.
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Wolves
03:41
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Useless volition, epidemic flawed free will. Dazed and deadened, trapped in our own minds, apathy is a silent killer. Years since we’ve moved, faces like wolves, waiting for mornings of marrow and sinew. Goddamned since dawning. Lose hope in dreaming. Regret waking up. Plague with a pulse, forced to live to see it all die off.
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Desolation
04:02
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I stopped feeling sunlight on the backs of my arms, started thinking too much about dying under the same Midwest stars. I don’t feel anything in the dead cold of the night. I’d give anything to stay sleep until the end of time. There’s no such thing as a victory. It’s out of the question, cure worse than the disease. Despicable reality. Colorless, nondescript days on repeat. Second rate viability. The weight of desolation. No good fortune, only defeat. End of all things hangs over me. The weight of desolation.
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Desperation
03:53
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Reinvent myself. See if I survive. It’s been longer than a lifetime I’ve spent under the knife. I prayed for the same sad fate: quick birth, easy life, the same damned place to die. A saccharin, bittersweet oblivion to dissolve me from the inside. Every memory replaced. Every memory forgotten. Desperation. Every memory replaced with the bitter taste of reality. Trapped in the falling dream.
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Euthanasia
02:56
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Pull myself out of the void every time I wake up. I lose myself every day. Sleep my mind away. Somewhere I’ve forgotten how to mean the things I say. I’d tear my own tongue out and never speak again just to feel anything. If I believed in rapture, my life ascending, I’d live in fear that my consciousness was neverending. Spoiled. Meaningless life after death. Breathe, draw in death with every breath. Euthanasia.
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