Driftwood from Self Titled by Secret Cutter

Drift off into space, the sound of nails rubbing the wood.
The sound of nails, rubbing the wood.
This is far too routine, everyday like the constant rain.
Falling, fading, your drowning now.
You are way too far gone.
These edges are dulling, the walls are closing, color is fading.
Black is the new way, favorite.
Until lighting the match, burn it down.
Repeat the destruction! Burn, burn.
The walls are falling in, not to fear.
The light had entered in, the colors so clear!
The walls are falling in, not to fear.
The light had entered in, the colors so clear!
For now (8x).
Now (8).

• Metal
• doom metal
• power industrial sludge
• sludge
• sludge grind
• sludge metal
• Bethlehem