Every breath is a struggle
Every thought uncontrolled
A little death is calling for my soul
Every reach falling short
Everything out of hand
Unwilling to accept the bigger plan
No reason or rhyme
No stopping the time
No coming back to make it right again
No comfort forthcoming
No comfort to lend
No comfort knowing it all comes to an end
At war with myself and I just want it to stop
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021