I ride in the back of this hearse with my ghost.
His eyes speak to me.
He smiles as he says,
"You've got no business left here.
You've made your God-less town
a sheer image with which you blame your flaws upon.
All apologies become inaudible.
Your hands deafen every ear, each and every ear."
His eyes sunk in where mine once were
and wept for innocence.
So I held his hand and wept with him.
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