We absorb everything. The awesome beauty of the nebula from which our pain was born to the black hole in which our integrity sank. The graceful agony of our destiny, sums up the lewd thoughts of humanity. I spit on you, deadly cults of the personal interest. Curious and scared by my own existence. The reflect of hope inspired by our hate only enlightning the poverty we live in, and In which I don’t recognize myself.
Disconnected from this world. Those days are already my memories. Emerging from my sad thoughts. On a planet unable to carry the weight of our passion. Revolted by the muffling complaints. Making ourselves people unable to hear, to see the waste we made of our life.
The shadow gliding on the glorious blackness of my life embellishing my hollow live. Dictated by people preaching meaningless words creating a fake cloud breaking above our heads. Soaked, walking in the dark
looking to satisfy my insatiable desire of pain.
I'm hoping for no indulgence, and i accept the burden to belong to this world. It will be destroyed by our own stupidity, and hopefully our actions
will vanish by the movements of the tides. Only our arrogance will remain in our bones.
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024