Revisiting the rancid ruts, tangling intestines in my guts. The abyss engoring all of this bleak existence. Revisiting the rancid ruts, tangling intestines in my guts. Swallowing everyone, make it take it.
Diseased neurons. Collapsed lungs. Drained hearts. Death is inviting. Unwelcomed virus. Failed existence.
Rot away and sink into the void.
Dig your eternal grave and fill in the earth. I live in constant fear of what I will become.
Perplexed I spiral into fits forged in frustration. Searching for conclusions to this grand equation. Depressing into cushions of carnal creation. Dangling helpless above the mouths of babes.
Chewed up and spit out. Vomited back into feverish flux. Mutated spirits floating about. No end in sight, traveling a boundless route.
Purveyed in oneself to hold this guiding source. Bowing to the persona of this force.
Absolutely floored by this album. It’s exactly the beautiful noise I’ve been aggressively consuming recently. I’ll be keeping a close eye on Pyrithe. seven skeletons
I've never danced and headbanged like a lunatic so much, listen to it makes me feel that way. I had to buy it! It's Better This Way is such a remarkable work of art, so heavy, so sludgy and just so unpredictable, it doesn't let go. Unbelievable album, unbelievable band! Darknight