Ascetic from In Turmoil by ANCST

ascetic

tears that never seem to run dry in a world thats close to wreck itself.
driven only by hate, everything else has been taken. hopes, dreams, ambitions destroyed by your conventions. this mundane condition.
loss of breath. i am lacking any optimism. admitting defeat against your definition of emotionality. my engine is the wrong idea your following blindly. a precedence tending to destroy. we will all perish.
all i got is my black heart and my wrath to be set free.

Expl.: Excluding everything useless within the context of society appears to be a common humyn strategy. Out of sight. Out of mind.
Are we nothing more than redundant byproducts of this fast-paced insanity and blinded by progress? Or still in control of our potentials?

Thoughts inspired by Zygmunt Bauman

• Black Metal
• Metal
• blackened crust
• blackened hardcore
• death metal
• Berlin