Illusion of the fate
There’s nothing you create
You have no destiny
And never will
Decisions of your own
Are never made alone
To deal with your mind
Is to reveal
You feel it with your skin
That’s what you’ve never seen
It rips you from inside
It’s in your flesh
The change in consciousness
Will be so effortless
And all the hopes and faith
Burn into ash
Chorus:
Bents for perfection
Cross the verge of sanity
Spare comprehension
Drives away reality
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021