Choose the sacrifice, Perhaps the gods will spare us when the planets align. A prediction into time, the tides will arise. Through the surface, the stars and worlds will collide. My eyes are under construction. We will all drown in our own selfishness. Astronomical affair; where do we come from? Does anyone really care? A road to nowhere. Pull the strings of my arms. It seems we’re created to play a part. Prediction, prophetic. Is this what you get? We are here to swim! This universe is falling apart. Creative astronomical seduction. Running underwater. Orbital perception, entagled relation. Uncontrollable rotation, primetime condition. Here comes the collision. No time for decision. I have come for the world. The world is yours, underwater.
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