Brick by brick
Til there's no sound...
Entombed...
The brackish stench grows...
Clings like failure... does
I can't think of the future
Gain nothing from life
Struggle to find real meaning
It's devastating...
I can not help but join the dots
I can't help but see the bias
The heart of the wound
What's this subject?
Feel like a target
Gang-stalked
Under grey eyes
Dire monuments
I am not your object
I'm not content
Walled in rotting
Flawed patterns
Repeat
Walled in rotting
Flawed patterns repeat
Walled in rotting
There is no escape
You know that point where you have consumed perhaps just a little too much of your chosen intoxicate. That's this album.
Fucking heavy!!! Obstacle of Affliction