The garden began to show the symptoms of this sickness,
The thirst, the hunger,
The blight was not receding.
I pressed down to the wound, to try to stop the bleeding,
But the rot set in,
And it was there from the beginning.
We spoke differently then,
We spoke in tongues of misunderstanding.
I ache
I creak under weight
Pull it from inside me
Waste me away.
Your guilt eats you inside out.
I long for your skin in my teeth
To slip back into old comforts and see
Was this for nothing or just to see
How far I can bend before I fucking break?
I've kept you from sleep
Far too long, and I've grown weak.
Please just speak to me.
Pull it from inside my veins.
So let me waste away,
Let me wilt, let me decay.
I crack under weight.
I ache from the constant strain.
Left alone in the dark
Increate to be torn apart
Held by no restraint
In the light I fade away
Drinking from my veins.
I no longer bear the weight.
I wilt, but I am more than just scars
We were made to be torn apart.
credits
from Death Throes,
released November 8, 2019
Words and Music by Sasha Zukewich, Tayler Button, Grant Mathews, Cohen Peratt.
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024