I still go to sleep half expecting
To wake up choking on the words infecting
A memory I know there's no correcting
I guess it's a blessing
I guess it is
My mouth is full of dirt
I'd try to spit it out
I'd try to swallow it down
But I'm afraid you'd still get hurt
Lower me in to the earth
Have your revenge
I won't pretend
It's not what we both deserve
Just put a stone on my grave to stop me from rising
The dirt envelopes me
It chokes like embers
I beg for recompense
I can't remember
Buried in soil
While I shake and tremble
No pharmaceuticals
Can halt the tremors
One foot in the grave, the other in my mouth
The doctors told me to embrace my demons
But that doesn't help when I can't fucking see them
Scratching, clawing, gnawing at my cortex
Haunted by the thought of what I'm gonna do next
Do I live with the ties I've severed
Or seal my fate and be rid of them forever?
Sowing the seeds of my own self doubt
Make it stop, help me find a way out
Ukrainian band The Nietzsche pair blistering 100-ton hard rock riffs with arena-scraping melodies in these volcanic songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 6, 2022