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Compound Eyes
03:04
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Self constructed toxicity
Crawling down all of our spines
False mentality solidified
Your back
Does it hurt
Your days are numbered
Consequences quickly emerge
The silence
And the ignorance
Condemned by violence
Voices beat to death
Buried in the dark
Condemned by violence
Our erros, harvest, bring the scythe
The terror carved deep into my eyes
Suffocated fault
Ashes of what is left are stuffed with lies
The silence
Buried in the dark
The violence
An unwinnable fight
Rotten ashes
And we still keep feeding into our lies
The silence
Buried in the dark
The violence
Back down
We ripped out the wings
We poisoned the corpse
Now tell me, was it worth to you
Our erros, harvest, bring the scythe
The terror carved deep into my eyes
Suffocated fault
Ashes of what is left are stuffed with lies
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Recreation of Self
03:28
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Sweep through a messed up mind
Thoughts filled with thunder
Hold the leash
You're dead to me
Stay silent until the cycle
With tears I descend
Recreation of self
Newborn to die
Newborn to die in this cycle
No more tribute payed to an unwanted savior
No more, no more, now I'm far from gone
Cease to trust
The sun makes my eyes go blind
I'm newborn to die
And this razorsharp light bites
In my skin
What fucking devotion
Right on time
Go drown in a sea of mold
This is reacreation of myself
Recreation of myself
Newborn to die
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Torch Brunswick, Germany
Breaking into 2019 with a unique and dirty flavor of Hardcore, Torch from Brunswick, Germany, quickly made themselves known
in their local scene.
Torch doesn’t shy away from uncomfortable sounds and dissonant riffs, but rather embrace the beauty in discomfort. This feeling is also represented through politically charged lyrics and an aggressive vocal performance.
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