Walk the streets a stalker, covered in your own blood. You search for a killer, struggle for existence. Fantasy or paradox?
(Same old business your life) (Same transaction you’re paying for your demise) (Your happiness) The world is an opium den filled with pharmaceuticals and heroin, Like a department store for your addiction. Vindication is no longer in sight. Find your soul, reclaim your mind. Your value of life depends on the pills you take to stay alive.
Storm in your medicated life - You plead to face the world, but your social skills are paralyzed. Failure to connect with this life.
A clear design controlling the human race. You live your life with no memory. Live your life with no memory of your conscience or your thoughts.
Storm in your difficult life - that you brought upon yourself and your friends.
The Philly trio have been making technical but not impenetrable instrumental metal for nearly two decades. Their latest shreds, of course. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 8, 2016