The boy fell,
through to the hole
he was asking...
Asking for help.
Nobody,
he heard him.
Far and cold.
The hole I harbor it, in that,
punishment the child grew up.
Alone he stayed, and cold,
alone he stayed, and cold,
alone, he stayed
I stop believing, that is,
my dark.
It was perverse, since he himself,
became wicked, I stop looking at,
the sky.
Wicked."
Wicked.
Wicked.
Believe, believe, that you can,
get out.
Hope is the worst punishment.
The empty and ugly child,
felt away from, the sun,
he stayed.
Here nobody heard.
him cry.
Lived a monologue, in which,
turned into a monster.
A he stayed, and cold,
alone he stayed…
This album is so fun to listen to. They pulled out all the stops with this album and built, or rather destroyed, a whole world. This album has everything: storytelling, stomping, screaming, and even the somber singing on "Never Be that Way Again." This is a CD I will enjoy playing on repeat! Mack Obb Morose
The excellent Barcelona label House of (S)PUNK is back with a five-song comp showcasing the local hardgroove scene. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2024