With every wish, another star dies and lesser does the guilt begin to eat me alive
I turn innocent beauty into horrors right before your eyes. Motivated by hate, forever testing fate. I thrive on the thoughts I used to despise.
Quickly empowered by the things I now understand. I live with this. Day by day. Embrace of thy wicked hand.
The isolation is the bullet and my mind is the target. A feeling ever growing and I love it
Head first into the mindset of a man who’s own destruction lays in the palms of his own hands
Yet, Seizer of destiny I truly am. I fear no blade. One truth cometh a Mortal Man.
Bares the weight to gain the strength, and embrace the will. Chalice of thy blood will spill
With every wish another star dies
The isolation is the bullet and my mind is the target.
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022