There is no doubt
We re not allowed
To breathe
the toxic waste
Coming out and
Filling our damned throats
In these burned out fields
Mourning for wasted time
Passing by like a wretched slave
Being lashed with the thing called fate
You all just fucking decay
This plastic world is melting
That filthy slutty mouth of yours
Delivering the mighty words of wisdom
You are the spawns of whores
praying for me to cut your miserable flesh
i wont ignore this desire of yours
Scumbag fucking cult of puny souls
Among those my own limping
Rotten corpse
I am the shepherd of despair and grief
The slender arms of pestilence
Are reaching you
The simplest thing you ever confronted
Cannibalistic fucking primitive thief of faith
Look in the mirror and spit in my face
Abomination of unholy disgrace
Ravens feasting on disgust and wealth
supported by 20 fans who also own “Spawns of Whores(ft. Devin Sockwell of Feign)”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022