Pills and Rust
Grime Hollow
Grunge
About
This raw grunge track explodes with heavily distorted guitars and extreme quiet-loud shifts, from whispered intros to screaming choruses. Gritty, emotional male vocals channel alienation, addiction, and anti-establishment rage over lo-fi, unpolished production that screams Seattle authenticity. Feedback-laced solos and pounding drums amplify the DIY grit and emotional turmoil.
Lyrics
Whispers in the dark Echoes fading out
Waking up to nothing, walls closing in Chasing shadows that never end Pills on the table, another numb night Feeding the void, out of sight
Scream at the machine, it's grinding me down Rebels in chains, wearing the crown Fuck your promises, all lies and rust Burn it all, turn to dust
Streets full of ghosts, eyes empty and cold Selling my soul for a hit of the old Boss man's laughing, system's a cage Rage in my veins, turning the page
Scream at the machine, it's grinding me down Rebels in chains, wearing the crown Fuck your promises, all lies and rust Burn it all, turn to dust
Quiet now, the storm inside Cracking open, nowhere to hide One more fix, one more fight Lost in the nothing, endless night
Burn it all... turn to dust Turn to dust...
Pills and Rust
Grime Hollow
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