Concrete Hell
Gridflesh
Industrial
About
Pounding aggressive percussion and mechanical sounds drive this track, layered with distortion effects and noise for abrasive textures that assault the senses. Distorted male vocals scream through circuits and rusted control, building from whispers in the wire to a chaotic noise assault. Raw synthesizers and found-object percussion evoke dystopian alienation in a concrete hell of societal critique.
Lyrics
Lisp is in the way Echoes of the grind flesh Against the iron Screams unwind Circuits in our veins Pulsing co-commands The steel of the daylight Ghosts in every hand Crush the hollow Dream machine Devour the soul Rage Against the signal Fading pulses What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost What we lost
Concrete Hell
Gridflesh
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