Like a slap shot to the face, impending doom and sudden rage.
I in vision locking my fears in a cage, trapping my terrors away.
Memories cloudy and hazed but somehow a still in plain sight of me.
This blood coursing through my veins, still so angry, still bleeding hate.
Still bleeding hate.
Dark shadows pass me by, bonds torched into flames over time.
I am my own nightmare, too late to save me from despair.
True demons I face, strike no fear in the heart of me.
These tortures I embrace have no hold over me.
Memories cloudy and hazed but somehow a still in plain sight of me.
This blood coursing through my veins, still so angry, still bleeding hate.
Still bleeding hate.
Dark shadows pass me by, bonds torched into flames over time.
I am my own nightmare, too late to save me from despair.
Six feet deep in the ground, bury all that puts me down.
Numb too the pain, tear it apart, let it fucking reign.
Still bleeding hate.
Move.
Dark shadows pass me by, bonds torched into flames over time.
I am my own nightmare, too late to save me from despair.
If you've still got a gas station jacket hanging in your closet, you may love the '90s Olympia punk churn of Soggy Creep. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 10, 2017
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