1. |
Visions
03:51
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Clouded judgement
Signs of oblivion
I am betrayed
By myself
Urning and anxious
Endlessly seeking
That which will never
Be obtained
I have tried
Every option to rip myself
From your clutches
Tearing reason from my flesh
I
Deny
Every word you speak
I
Believe
Every word you speak
Comfort
I've glimpsed none of you
Your words ring empty, vacant
Whispers
Claw
The weakened spaces
Behind my eyes
Delusions
I've lost reality
These arms held nothing, hollow
I am offered no reprieve
Silence I've dreamt of you
Visions like water decay old stone
I've felt the wind
But it can't be grasped
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2. |
Hell's Wheel
03:52
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Denying Mortality
Foolish Prey
Simple and Plain, you're losing touch
Hades Domain, Painless crutch
Emittting Haste
The heart Reels
Familiar game, youve played before
If you take, you must give more
Is this blood
Is this real
My mind Splinters
Ignorance, Arrogance
Trembling hands
The feeling goes numb
Repetitive action
Hells Wheel
Here's euphoria
Hold it tight
Hidden devil, has you blind
Illusion of heaven, captures your mind
The strain
Subsides
Just enough, to spur the urge
Selfish healer, debt of life
Hell
In your own hell
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3. |
Abhorrent Reflections
03:42
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Eyes search around me
Death stare reflective shame
Black seas confound me
Empty bone neurotic stain
It digs within
Poison grasp decays my mind
Concealed from judgement
Another day of solem stress
Blind is my sight
Empty are my hands
This image consoles
The notion I’m pure
I’m growing weary
Intrusive thoughts reflective blame
It cuts severely
Leaving brands infernal pain
This burning delusion
I know all to well
Weights I created
Hollow bricks bearing fear
I’ve taken all of this in
You can’t avoid the air
Here I sit
Starring at this mirror
I must consume
My own Demise
For I inhale
The toxic fumes
Fllowing through this place
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4. |
Layers of Fear
01:53
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Vicious dreams
Fuel my dread
Every time
I close my eyes
I can’t
Bear this
Let me
Rest
I am bludgeoned by my mind
How long must
I endure
Being dragged
Through these worlds
My head shatters
Every
Night
I
Wither in
Dark abyss
I am bludgeoned by my mind
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5. |
Throne Torcher
02:55
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Giants, look down upon us
Flames of judgement, Chilling gaze
Burn scars into our skin
Claim the lands where feet refrain
Heavy burden upon our backs
To ease the stress from theirs
Just horses, carrying Earth
This is, your command
Draining
Feel the noose upon your neck
Fading
Feel the life you never had
Beg, Grovel in dirt
You must suffer, to remain
Offer all that you can give
& get devoured to sustain
Dragged down with purpose
More cattle to be Chained
Your thoughts an echoing plea
Ash of trees, smeared in red
We are contained
Burning ourselves alive
All for naught
Nothing but human tools
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ARID Chicago, Illinois
Misanthropic crust punk/death metal 3-piece from Chicago, IL
Anti-Human, Anti-Fascist, Anti-State
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Arid.creator-spring.com
ARID recommends:
A major influence. Hard hitting. Incredible production. Amazing song composition.
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Some incredibly heavy crust.
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Needs no explanation.
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