If I could read the lights of life
Beneath the fucking lie
Maybe I'll could stop using the poison
But I don't want
The damage was self inflicted
An undeniable fact
I'll find a way to get rid of this
If I slowly fell inside
Knocked away by control
No, this flesh is not my soul
I'm aware of this shit now
In my inertia
When spirit leaves the form
Form idolizes this silence that kills you
Because fear is like a fire
In forging a barrier
I'm empty but in constant motion (forcing the stimuli)
I'm worth nothing
And I'm ashamed of all this chains that trapped me
When is time for disincorporation
Mental disengage
And now the chains are inside of me
Mental incarceration
Fractures in my soul
It never ends
I'm falling over again
Grind project Regional Justice Center follows an acclaimed debut with another furious blastbeat-driven missive against the US prison system. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021