Walking on the street, my mind is far away.
My life fell into routine long ago.
I feel no pleasure anymore.
Pissed off, but I'm holding myself back.
I need to go somewhere to escape reality,
Explode my black thoughts into pieces.
Passing by one of these places,
This depraved youth cherishes.
Everyone looking askance at me,
Until this guy shoves me.
I'm cold but feel the heat rising,
All my senses are waking up,
I'm slowly losing control.
That's it I'm gonna bleed him dry,
Provoking a panic wave.
He will pay for all my pain,
But nobody has the balls to stop me.
I see him, lying face down on the floor.
With a smile on my lips, feeling empty.
The end is coming as they are enclosing me,
And I have no fucking regrets for nothing.
The worse about this story is,
This kind of facts becomes commonplace.
Nobody and nothing can prevent them to happen.
An ordinary dude that goes over the edge,
But how can we blame him ? Didn't you ever
Feel the need to settle the score ?
Do we have to bear this bitch of a life ?
Contempt, intolerance, disinterest surrounding us.
Disgust, no salvation, we're prisoners in this hell on earth.
credits
from Dissident,
released April 29, 2016
MGProZikTion (Max, SpitBack's drummer)
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