Black cassette in clear case, cellο wrapped. Includes 3-panel J-card. 200 copies available.
-
FOR ORDERS FOR MORE THAN 1 COPY CONTACT US FIRST AT: deadonparole@gmail.com
Includes unlimited streaming of Μυρωδιά Θανάτου
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Sold Out
lyrics
Don't tell me
"it'll all be alright"
I never really gave a fuck
Tried to live for the here and now
yet tomorrow crept behind my back
behind my own fuckin' back
Don't need any advice
on how to live through my vice
I am my obsessions
I am my regressions
and as god of my world
couldn't care less for impressions
No it won't be alright
Just walk the fuck away from me
You 're just another space monkey
On to the nothing
Your every breath insults me
Why struggle so hard to find something to move you?
Can't you simply accept that you're so dead inside
like the rest of the scapegoats around you?
Always eager to follow anothers' trail on to the nothing
Always strive to keep to the surface
of anything pure
Always crawl in and abuse it
through the empty perspective of use
Always crawl in and abuse it
through the empty perspective of use
so maybe you'll ever find meaning
in your fucked up existence
But don't you dare come back to me
with no words of conviction
no new found wisdom
that you used to find your way back
into the narrow march of existence
No don't you dare
Just walk away from me
Your every breath insults me