Isolation
Desperate for one last touch
Empty vision of kissing the sky
(No one) felt the things I felt
the one who cried over and over
Paint my skin cause I’m ready to leave
I could never seem to shut you out
Now I feel the weight
Dragging me down to a hole
Dreaming of lipstick and cutting the chord
Desperate for one last touch
I never confess my love
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
This is a really nice piece of black metal, i totally love it! Although nothing avantgarde, it has some unique flava' of its own. I mean, it's on repeat for a few hours now. \m/ BVCVLEI