This cliff laughs at my gazing eye.
It boasts a drop into the mist
I can’t resist.
But can this leap undo my will,
The drive that got me up this hill,
The life they couldn’t kill?
Here I stand.
I don’t need your help to be a man.
I’m at the edge, just a breeze could throw me into the wind.
Though I fall,
It’s my choice to let this go.
I like my chances much better in the abyss below.
The stinging of the wind burns my flesh,
But after the fall my wounds will be cleansed.
The fear of what I can’t see abandons me,
Just a change from this norm will set me free.
I know I’ve gone too far
To not see this to the end.
They said the fall was too hard,
I said bring on this “cement”.
They remained in their homes.
They hoped the drop into the mist
Cut my wrists.
I stayed afloat to their dismay.
I proved an error in their ways.
I falsified their claim.
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022