Bruised since spring, he nurtured every fruitless leaf.
Such a shallow use of a promise.
Our lips are cracked from this new year's cold air.
Still she stays with her twisted limbs so violently broken.
Isn't it sad?
Bruised since spring, he nurtured every fruitless leaf.
What a harsh form of triumph over what's been left behind this new year's air.
But mind your brother's words.
There's blood on the words by which you said you'd stand.
Now let's see who's heart tremors more.
But mind your brother's words
and say you're wrong.
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