just enough food to live,
just enough air to breathe,
more than enough strain, to put me to sleep
flickering light bulb, get up, repeat
i ceased to believe in change,
the grip might loosen, but someone’s still holding the chain
in this perpetual meatgrinder
i am a clump of bleak pulsing flesh
Seeing Portrayal of Guilt 11/14 front row absolutely destroy a small club in Baltimore on the Christfucker tour brings new meaning to the concept of tortured emotional dissonance. My head is still spinning of how scary talented these three individuals are. Completely awe-inspiring. bcb723
This Jersey crew makes a ferocious mix of guttural grind and heavy hardcore punk, with lyrics aimed square at sociopolitical ills. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2021