it's always midnight in the hidden corners of my mind
no light shines on being left out in the cold
carrying these tired bones in a withering frame
through the silence of empty endless hallways
there's nothing left when the sun is gone
but sadness and forgotten souls
i've lost the keys to most of the rooms ln this house
i forgot how to breathe with all the windows closed
my steps don't even make a sound anymore
layers of dirt and dust cover my eyelids
rain drops through the leaks in my skin
captured in a ghost hour that never ends
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022