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lyrics
TORN EXISTENCE
Murderous, bloodthirsty, obsessed with cruelty
Lacking in compassion, my passion, misanthropy
Alcohol, drug induced, self abuse, manslaughter
Waking up as someone else, mental health regressing
Arrive to consciousness completely naked
Where have I been? What have I done?
Cannot remember the last few days
Subliminal visions hazed!
Chorus:
Chunks of death, mangled flesh,
Buried bones, How did I get home?
Loss of breath, matted mesh
Shattered thoughts, can’t distinguish some
Staring off into the void the creeping paranoid
What to do when the truth before you is destroyed
A swinging axe, run in the woods
A mental puzzle with missing pieces
A frantic pace, anxiety
Grotesque visions of hacked up bodies
Chorus:
Abhorrent visions, tormented dreams
Straight jacket nightmare, your head splits at the seams
Awake but yet asleep, a blackout memory
Things you can’t escape, a fractured reality
Dried blood on your face, unconscious misery
There’s a severed head in the freezer, last night’s mystery
Voices the whisper into the night
Telling you to go get the
Knife and kill this fucking family
Outside their window you shall stand
Running the blade across your hand!
Cut!
Sirens in the distance, you’re already dead
Multiple stab wounds, dagger in the head
Blood squirts from your mouth, your loved ones start to scream
As I become aroused, this is everything I dreamed
As emotions turn to stone, whilst I defile your home
I’ve entered without permission, memorized your every disposition
Stalking you as feeble prey, the hunt is over on this very day
The kill is the ultimate prize, so is the fear in your cold dead eyes
Hung upon the mantle, execute them all one by one
First I kill the father, then the mother. Axe the daughter, stab the son!
Chorus:
Staring off into the world, seeing the decrepit paranoid, thoughts of ending
Never can understand minds of man, needs to be destroyed, nothing left of you!
supported by 10 fans who also own “Torn Existence”
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal
I wasn't big on these guys on record, but then I saw them live and that guitar tone translates *really* well. They gained a fan at that show, even if I still think they could trim some fat. zirtonic