Locked away in that prison all alone
My mind and the demons became one
Voices spoke to me in the night
Tormented souls trapped with no light
They lurked in the shadows
Asked me for a means to be free
Escape through my soul, feed off of me
Feed off the suffering that I was dealt
The mental torture, endless pain that I felt
Driven to a point of no return
Hatred rained on me as I felt my skin burn
It seared through my flesh
Soaked me to the core
Life was over
Happiness, no more
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024