EP Review: Face Yourself – Martyr
I am trapped in sideration.
I am trapped in sideration.
In search of the triumph beyond obsidian euphoria.
There is a ceaseless noise, ancient and horrendous.
Get out of hell if you can’t take the heat.
I want to dwell in a house of light
Befall the rise of inhumanity.
We are enslaved in a field of bliss.
Pupils constrict, iris illuminating iridescent hydrated leaves of green.
Liquify on a bed of rusted nails.