With nothing to say, we’re on display like mannequins,
flaunting our good deeds, but it’s all a performance.
We keep up with the latest trends,
alter ourselves when they end,
and conform to the culture ‘til we realize our lives have been spent.
In locked fitting rooms, we changed to fit in,
and stripped ourselves of ourselves ‘cause we were out of fashion.
So now we’re pretty on the outside, but sinking low within,
standing proud in storefront windows, yet we stand for nothin’.
You’re just a gorgeous advertisement
of what you wish you were,
but I don’t buy it.
No.
We don’t know how to talk
about our twisted thoughts
so now we’re drowning, but it’s only on the inside.
Tell time with broken clocks.
They tick but never tock.
Stand still with idle hands ‘cause we’re afraid to be alive.
To live and die by a morbid dress code.
We’ve got body bags for clothes and price tags on our toes,
and we’re all model citizens, but it’s only for show;
a matching costume to show off in the fashion show.
And so we fake our way
all the way
down the runway,
but I won’t look my best for You,
‘cause I think we lost our way
on the way
down the runway.
Just wanted to be loved, but not by You.
So now we all look the same...
And now we all look and sound the same;
No fingerprints, no faces, no identity;
nothing to separate us, no authenticity.
We don’t know how to talk
about our twisted thoughts
so now we’re drowning, but it’s only on the inside.
We don’t know right from wrong.
Our innocence is gone
with the light that we once knew, and now we don’t know how to shine.
I’ve been staring at the mirror in the rain with an ice pick to my heart.
I’ll chip away, chip away, chip away at the frozen surface,
‘cause I’ve grown cold over years of torment, tried to cover up the pain but it stayed stagnant.
I’ll break away from the mirror image, and cut away the plastic.
I’m blood bought and I’m not for resale.
I can’t be stolen, can’t be bought for a price at retail.
I’ll never fabricate the way I’m woven,
mouth sewn open, unraveled, outspoken.
I’m blood bought and I’m not for resale.
Can’t be stolen, can’t be bought for a price at retail.
I won’t fabricate the way I’m woven,
mouth sewn open, unrivaled, outspoken.
As soon as Creation Weeps kicks in you know your in for a death metal slamming time. This EP is immersed in darkness and it will suffocate the light out of you. Darknight
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022
