Forged from the depths of this abstract wreckage, trying to survive, floating below. I believe what I cannot see. Freezing! That mushroom cloud is a risin’. Fire on the horizon, slowly, but surely, sinks. This chance to resist turns to black. Unforeseen. Eternal webs colliding in the containment of our conscience retrospect. Standing idly by. Lost in the kicks and screams of our dreams. Force it and collect it, field of reasoning. Reflection needs impulsive selection. The unborn is conceived. We need the anchor for the storm. I will swim, they will sink.
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