I am a ghost. Swallowing the plague, the dust of human wisdom.
A severing mass ruined by themselves.
Everyday we dwell in our self created hell.
I am the void, the fear and the hate that you create. The ultimate solitude.
You're lost in endless pain and the biting cold in your vein.
We are chasing a ghost that doesn't really exist. We are the plague
that makes us sick and afflict our nature.
Landscapes erased, for materialism they would chase.
Lost in a dark forlorn world. The rain peels my eyes.
Trapped in a cold trenched grave. Too late to change your opinions
Floating down the rivers of time. We were a test of the ancient gods.
What we have built, we have to destroy and now they see what we have become.
I am a ghost. Swallowing the plague, the dust of human wisdom.
A severing mass ruined by themselves.
Everyday we dwell in our self created hell.
I am the void, the fear and the hate that you create. The ultimate solitude.
You're lost in endless pain and the biting cold in your vein.
Born again. Transcending the dimension to an indestructible world.
Born again. Transcending the dimension. Promises made and hopefully disabused
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