Ground - Indurated Juvenescence

First single from our upcoming album “Habitual Self-Abuse“ Preorder Vinyl/CD/Cassette here: Lyrics- Phil Music- Mayo and Zak Mind full of existential dread Intrusive thoughts linger in my head Scuff on the edge I’m bound to slip Cinch me in chains Lambaste me with your whip Time not well spent Thou can’t repent Feign culture shock Can’t turn back the clock And with every single passing second I die - fall apart inside Staring at the clock My brain goes into shock What difference does it make? This pain - why would one fake? Head chock full of slop No switch to make it stop Fingers on the gun, there’s no place to run Fading deeper for no fucking reason Mind can’t compute Fed up with life’s bullshit Hope destitute I try to get ahead These efforts are fruitless At war with my head