I'm disconnected, I'm dis-attached.
Thoughts dislocated, incarcerated.
An alien in my own skin. I can feel it begin.
My heavy heart is pumping, racing for the win...
I'll alter what's inside (with my medicine)
I'll force my face upright (the retail grin)
A cigarette to pacify (smoke to survive)
A beer, a pill, a puddle in a pipe..... and i'll do it again
I feel anti-social, when I socialise.
I try to be vocal, while I internalise.
An anxiety burden, I cut the chord to connect.
And self-deprecation's, got me feeling inept...
An alien in my own skin, I can feel it begin....
What's it all for.....
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016