Endless hallways, an endless division. I never tried to see things from the other side, of the great line. Spitting venom into negative space. And still I fill nothing. And still I gain nothing. Return to, return to that well. You will find it dry. Nothing to sate your thirst. Because one can only dredge for so long. These moments should have been ephemeral. Now they are vibrant echoes. Endless dichotomy, an endless division. Here's to hoping that it won't last. And still I fill nothing. And still I gain nothing. Return to, return to that well. You will find it dry. Nothing to sate your thirst. Because one can only dredge for so long. And so it seems that we've reached the bottom. Swallowing blackness between you and I. What's to be found here? What's to be said? Kick up. You will find it dry. Lying to yourself is the purest form of inside job.
Ukrainian band The Nietzsche pair blistering 100-ton hard rock riffs with arena-scraping melodies in these volcanic songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 6, 2022