How well do you sleep not knowing the atrocities you've bound yourself to?
How long has it been now, since you've lost your sense of fear?
We sat in our silence as his breathing grew heavy and the smell of whiskey plagued the air.
No burden was bigger than that of our mother and our father just drank himself to bed.
Her tears stung my conscious as I fell as her brother.
I fell as her brother once did.
I keep telling myself its all just a bad dream but you, you spoke of such better things.
Don't say a word. Oh, you poor little thing.
Tell me what have they done to you?
Don't say a word. Oh, you poor little thing.
Tell me what have we done to you?
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