On the edge of a black hole I stare and see nothing below
nothing new theres nothing lost I don't care
fabled tales of wires crossed that one is me I don't care
try to save what can't be saved look in my eyes please don't stare
whiskey weed my table fare inhale it all no one cares, no one cares
my head my mind
toxic and empty
the world how it envys
darkend eyes given by devil to become the devil
feeding the word the will of possession the only true mission
the sickness inside
the crazy inside
Im toxic and empty (whispered)
on my knees I begging you to make it go away
insanity has come again possession filled dark day
maybe I can find some pills if I'm lucky I might choke
if that doesn't take the crazy
then I'll do it with a rope
Im toxic
and empty
filled with dark
new envy
hope I choke
end of rope
dark took hope
the devil is feeding
A fantastic debut showing from Baltimore metal band Born of Plagues, uniting post-metal's expansive textures with sludge's almighty muck. Bandcamp New & Notable May 19, 2021