Welcome to the end of days, a world where all our hope is frayed.
At every corner, nothing to hold on.
We cling to our mistakes.
Poisons flood our minds, glamorizing suicide.
I fear we've lost control.
This nightmare's all we've ever known.
Another name, another number.
Another year with nothing to show for it.
Another day, another dollar.
Pocket change, and I can't change a thing.
Desensitized, demoralized.
Thoughts they planted behind our eyes.
Sprouting serpents in our mouths waiting to get out.
Send one last goodbye to the dreams that long since died.
They're rotting in the ground.
May they rest in peace.
All that I am is dollars and cents, change in the pockets of faceless men.
Their voices deafening, saying I cant change a thing.
Midwestern prog-metal stalwarts go for the throat on their new EP, featuring a roiling cover of the Smashing Pumpkins' “1979.” Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2019
Iranian metal band Confess channel their struggles with political oppression and exile into cathartic, groovy thrash. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2022