I was kicked to the curb
Wallowing in the dirt
As you watched on
Your fucking conscience gone
No trust in you
You fucking know no truth
Death walks slowly behind you
In the beginning all you promised was gold
But in the end it was the false reality that you molded
In the beginning all I heard of was truth
But in the end you couldn't come up with an excuse
You became the advocate for lies
Falling deeper into your fake smile
Feeding your ego
At my own dismay
Putting on your own show
Just to throw me away
I'm done looking for gold
Done with the games you play
Peel back the curtains just to get back what you took away
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023