To the Core

GRESIA - PAGA O MUORI


[Verse 1]
Sour breath, the rot you breathe
You live off lies and stolen dreams
Shit-stained crown, paper throne
We know the shape of you alone
Crawl back under, eater of ghosts
We keep the list of all your hosts
Your hands are filthy, your throat is bile
We learned to spit and learned to smile

[Pre-Chorus]
We are the noise you cannot drown
We are the blood beneath your gown
Get on your knees and hear the sound
Of the world that finally came around

[Verse 2]
Cheap excuses, rusted lies
You sell your poison in a child’s eyes
Smirk like vultures, gutters grin
We learned to find the bones within
You think your silence keeps you safe
We learned to map your secret place
Your whispers peel like broken glass
We scrape the future from your past

[Chorus]
Grind your face across the rusted wire, 
Spit the taste of your own desire. 
Crawl through glass, choke on the grime, 
You’re the rot beneath my spine. 
Tear your halo, bleed the fraud, 
Scrape your prayer against your god. 
Bite the curb, pay the debt. 
All you'll hear is the Silence of death.

[Bridge]
Listen close, the night remembers
All the names you burned in embers
Every footprint, every lie
Every time you watched them cry
We collected teeth and testimony
We built a court from broken irony
You thought the dark would keep you whole
We are the mirror, we are the hole

[Breakdown]
Stomp the silence into dust
Rend the mask, expose your rust
Shout the names you tried to hide
Shake the walls where rot resides
Choke the lies you coat in silk
Feed the floor your rotten guilt
This is the sound of teeth on bone
This is the choir for the thrown

[Chorus]
Grind your face across the rusted wire, 
Spit the taste of your own desire. 
Crawl through glass, choke on the grime, 
You’re the rot beneath my spine. 
Tear your halo, bleed the fraud, 
Scrape your prayer against your god. 
Bite the curb, pay the debt. 
All you'll hear is the Silence of death.

[Outro]
The lights go white, the floors are clean
We swept the shadows from between
No justice sold, no kingdom kept
We kept the vows where others slept
Hear the silence after doom
Hear the pulse inside the room
We did not fall, we did not break
We took the night for all our sake

GrindFilth

This album digs deep — straight into the dark, ugly corners of what it means to be human. It’s not just music. It’s an autopsy of the mind — tearing open the layers of sanity, fear, obsession, and decay to see what’s really festering underneath.

It’s about the sick joke of progress — how we build faster, think smarter, and still destroy everything we touch. We’ve learned to control machines but not ourselves. It’s a mirror held up to everything we’ve become: fractured, addicted, lost inside the noise we created.

Underneath all the polish and the fake perfection, we’re still animals — scared, violent, hungry for meaning. This record is about that collision: the primal instincts fighting against the world we built to hide them.

It’s also about how connection has died. We scroll, we consume, we perform — but we don’t feel. We’re desperate to be seen in a world that’s gone completely blind.

Psychologically, it’s a dive into madness — into obsession, trauma, addiction, and self-destruction. The mind as both the cage and the battlefield. Salvation and ruin bleeding into each other until you can’t tell them apart.

Like Chaplin said: “We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in.”
This album is that paradox — a soundtrack to the chaos of evolution without direction.

It’s not a sermon or a cry for help. It’s a confrontation.
A reminder that the rot isn’t out there — it’s inside.

Vocals: Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex, Raphaela Hartmann, Andy Green
Guitars: Andy Green, Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex
Synths, Programming & Drums: Raphaela Hartmann
Bass: Thomas Kaiser
Flamenco Guitar: Raffaela Espinosa
Koto, Taishōgoto & Shamisen: Noriko Mori

Concept & Lyrics: Sascha Häusler

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