I can feel it coming on
I feel the heat of hatred swell to my brain,
I'm going insane over and over again.
Thoughts of bringing pain sweep through my brain.
I am becoming, something, I cannot control.
I am the voice inside your head, the voice that fills you with dread.
I am the voice inside your head, the voice that has you searching for your death.
I am the cause of your lack of sleep, leaving you to wither and to weep.
I am the nightmare that resides in your mind. I am the nightmare that ruins your life.
I am an abomination. Not fit for public consumption.
I am fear. I am death.
I am terror. I am hatred. I am heartache. I am broken. I am nothing, fucking kill me. Just fucking kill me.
I swear I swear I'm going insane. As the evil seeps into my brain.
Anger creeps into everything I think. Two minds; see, feel, hear, everything in sync. I can't describe the pain of the violent mind.
Only dreaming and thinking of truly malevolent crimes. I despise the kind mind, I hope that it dies. I will have my time.
I am fear, terror, atrocity.
Fall to your knees and weep, fucking weep, bitch.
Drop down the hammer.
Pull back the trigger.
Its so insane.
I have become truly scatter brained.
Paint the walls red. Refurbish with brain. My skull litters the floor. I feel no pain anymore.
I'm gone.
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