I don't want to be a part of life any more
Don't want to be a number on a list
Don't want to be a worthless grain of sand
Don't want to be a part of this
Numbers on a list; what kind of life is this?
If we're just numbers on a list
I don't want to be a rat behind your back
But I can't pretend to be intact
Don't want to be a product of my past
Because that won't last
Don't want to be a part of that
I try to not look back
Face the front, act intact
Am I a number on a list?
Have I become a part of this?
Forgive me
I am walking despite the warning, I must not look like I have failed
Forget me
I am sinking despite me thinking if I gave more this ship could sail
Forgive me
Into the poison I threw the coin in as if it was a wishing well
Forget me
At the bottom it lay forgotten – a worthless, broken, abstract holy grail
Undefined, unfulfilled, seeking answers
Face the front, seek no more, become a statistic
Walking silently in a swarm of faceless people
I don't need forgiven, get to fuck
credits
from Suffocator,
released April 20, 2019
Written by William Robertson, Liam Tucker & Jack Batcharj
Lyrics by William Robertson
Pretty much the best Black/Speed Metal I've listened to since I learned about Evil Invaders and Vulture. Everything you'd love to be reminded of about this musical era is there. The influences are what you'd expect too: Motörhead, Venom, Bathory, early Slayer, Celtic Frost; aggressive vocals, tortured guitar solos, pounding drums; everything is fast, clear and still a little grimy, but without reverb cranked up to the max. Amazing band, amazing album. Odiumediae