I swear I can't stand the thought Of watching you while you tare me apart.
One interruption after another, after another.
I'm finding my center building a resentment.
You are a wolf in sheep's clothing.
I don't have the patience to listen to your complaining.
Every noise you make is like I'm coloring outside the lines.
And encounters like this are so far from rare.
I never thought that you would end up like this now I see,
You always had an excuse...
Were always trying to leave me to fend for myself.
I never needed your help.
You are a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Dead set on taking everything from me.
Lining the back of my throat Is a dried up pool of blood
From repeating myself over and over and over again,
But you never heard a fucking word I said.
You are dead to me, dead to the world.
You gave me all the hope I had.
While stealing from my outstretched hands.
Sad to see a good thing end.
I'm leaving you behind again.
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022