Shambling down the littered street
No shoes on, bags on my feet
Am I insane?
I can't remember my name!
On my corner I beg for change
In tattered rags covered in mange
I need a tall can to subside the pain
Walked miles, stores in sight
I didn't make it, they close at midnight
Cops beat me within an inch of my life
Awaken on the hot pavement
My face aches and is covered in blood
Mumbling anger
I start to cry
Intense frustration
I scream into the sky
I'm now a spectacle for all in sight to see
See a kid walking with mom
I ask "was this once me?"
My mother bought me a toy train
This thought is engrained in my brain
I have no place to stay but the train stations a block away
Can't remember the words to describe how I feel but the tracks are where my head shall lay
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An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal
Deaf Club eschew their usual harsh grind MO for moodier textures on this Killing Joke cover, benefiting Fair Fight through 1/4/2021. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020