I grow colder and colder in these passing days
Fighting and losing left in an early grave
No remorse, sealing my fate.
No escape for most of us;
Living to die, in filth we decay, vultures of men wait to pick at our graves
No escape for most of us;
Fail to no end only to see my life fall apart in front of me
No escape for us
Some people think they're heaven sent.
Some people think they're heaven sent.
My god in the ground
But is He saving you?
Saving You.
Colder and colder in these passing days.
Colder and colder.
I'm relatively new to Vein.fm's catalogue, but this album hits like a damn truck. Insane vocals and enthralling guitar riffs. A bit too short for my taste but it is an absolute treat! Alex Jesus