On a losing streak a mile wide.
Alive and well, dying inside.
Battered,beaten down to the bone.
I’m a broken soul but I’m almost home.
Impose some penance for my wicked ways.
Sad to say my own blood I’ve betrayed.
Now it’s time to lay down in the bed I’ve made.
When I’ll face the devil, I’ll have nothing to say.
Forsaken my own salvation,
on the path to my own damnation.
Bleeding out from broken wounds,
I’ll suffer alone in a cold dark room.
Twist the blade,watch you fade.
Another coffin.
Another nail.
And you’re gone.
And I’ll bury your bones,
put ‘em deep in the ground.
And I’ll swallow your soul
without a single sound.
Iranian metal band Confess channel their struggles with political oppression and exile into cathartic, groovy thrash. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2022