There's nothing that matters
No birth no death
All illusions
Inside of our head
When we crawl on
This lonesome rock
Onto our deathbed
Like a billion stars
Going back
Back to darkness
Enveloped in
Cold isolation
And we're swallowed up
Abysmal shrieking
Ceases to be
A life fleeting
An indifferent time
In an empty space
The closest comforts
Are a lying face
And it never ends
Never ends
Even in the dark
It never ends
The lying face of conformity
Comfort in normality
To play the happy part
When sadness eats your heart
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Amazing post punk from Hungary. The vocals have an almost Steve Perry throatiness and melodicism to them, but they are ever so slightly muted to make the music stand out more. Yet, the vocals also have a cadence and drive that border on a hardcore approach. Very unique.
But the drummer steals the show here. Driving, frenetic, and, creative, providing a backbone to the music while also moving it forward.
Brilliant. Lute FP
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