Red lights devour the earthly silence, crushed bits of half scribbled lyrics lie all over the floor consumed by the unseen darkness.
the smell of the warm untouched beer disappears as I hear someone scream with an agony and a common distaste for this sinking society, for wars, for people, on my speakers.
It is a gift sometimes when after a ****** tiring day you don’t have to scream your lungs out, you don’t have to thrash things, you don’t have to think of death: someone records and does it for you. You just have to listen.
I believe there is no god, just a few men and women who show us the death, without the fear tickling our spine through their dark melodies and works.
I live another new day, I hide another terrible scream, I switch to the next song. I am a Metal-Head.