From the trenches, returned to this prison
A prison of solitude
This f***ing world has shattered me
A broken mind forever in peril
Solace found in the oblivion I despise
I weep endlessly in murk
Lock the doors, burn myself alive
The depths of dread.
Pummeled to dust.
Your life is of no consequence to me.
Pummeled to dust. The depths of dread. (x2)
(Hunter Smith) I crawl to my prison of solitude.
Pummeled.
The depths of dread.
This is the most personally appealing piece of music I have run into in a long time - from the beautiful lyrics and art and the crushing, non pretentious gorgeous heavy music. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, crushing - are there are other words? Gorgeous, exquisite.... sock4never