ALBUM REVIEW: BRUIT ≤ – The Age Of Ephemerality
Imagine a boot stamping on the human face, forever.
Imagine a boot stamping on the human face, forever.
Our blood oils the machine, we’re going to watch it burn.
Shine eternal.
A crypt of flesh turned to stone
Cascade of time.
Music and metaphysics.
Do you think the stars care?
Feed on the weak before they awake.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.