five thousand taste bulbs or the same
high quantity of sensory cells per square centimetre
four hundred thousand sounds around swinging trough our ears and surrounding us yes sometimes loud three hundred fifty olfactory receptors in our nose as a part to not feeling alone
once you will think no one should suffer all this shit,
when you turn out of constant sleep
repression says that it knows how to feed the monster
you know why, no one should suffer chaos lies, cure over us you know why, togheter here in nowhere,
blind eyes need tripple six praises
they hang endlessly, their bodies glide obsessed, an eager fight of gods must feel how it is real
thousand of sounds, deamons they built, soldiers of kings step into love wake up on four, let breathe your core, away this extreme overwhelming hate trip, sick shit, hate trip, sick shit, hate trip, sick shit, hate trip, sick shit
it`s all about been given a shock, been drowned in fire electric hate, love them down, spread truth around
suck it dry your mind of love, praise the anti panic god choked by pain, choked by ego, free from fire breathe in hell
free from them, your body grows strong, free from them, your center will flow
we are all in this, fighting through the wood of lies
obsessed ones will loose its intents, drown them in unholy blood
a hail to all rescued cells, no one is free of love
yes we are all in this, we live in four hundred thousend sound around
you lie
credits
from Gold,
released October 1, 2021
Loudville Records
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022