Don't stop my breath, don't smother me
But teach me how to live outside of my bed
Self isolation is my routine
I want to change it, It's not worth it to live like this
For twenty five years I walked alone
I'm not made for this world I feel like an alien
As a stranger I'm not welcome on the Earth
Society kills more than a rifle
It's not about love
It's not about hate
It's just dysthymia (which) will never end
It's not about you
It's not about me
It's just depression (that) crawls inside of me
It's not about life
It's not about death
It's just the paranoia, please let it end
It's not about you
It's not about me
It's just the despondency that eats me from the inside
They will hurt you, they won't understand
But trust these words, you are stronger than them
Once a person asked if 'a thousand tears are worth a single smile'
Just fight for it to be neverending
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Je veux plus de fleurs dans le black metal ! Pas les arbres : ça, on connaît. On connaît la force des forêts, notre insignifiance devant la vitalité des arbres, la force implacable du bois...
Les fleurs, c'est plus rare, c'est plus précieux. Chez Sadness, les fleurs sont source d'émotions. Chez Nostalghia ? Dans Here, at the end of all things, les fleurs transmettent cet aspect délicat ("The End of All Things") et cette rage de voir les choses faner de manière irrémédiable. Un parfum de Ronces. Jordan Vauvert
Crushing blackened doom from this German band that counterbalances blinding fury with moments of surprising, melancholy melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2023
Tokyo band contrast black metal's brutal complexity with shoegaze's abyssal grandeur, resulting in an LP that feels crushing, yet infinite. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 24, 2022
supported by 8 fans who also own “25 Years Worth Waiting For”
Gormoth's music possesses an enchanting beauty that lingers in the soul. The discography will leave you in awe. I find myself akin to a lost spirit, wandering through a desolate cemetery in search of my body that will never be found. thou wilt