Industrial Trash

Suburban Desolation

Poised in frigidity,
I clenched Death's hand.

The First.
Traversing the darkest
Of alleys in legends foretold,
Dissolution of esteem,
Into dead memories~
A new route to sell the soul.

The Second.
Patterns must repeat,
During the dance of time,
Until you choose your own
And dare to lose a decrepit shrine. 

The Third.
Induction of bereavement,
Entrance into the fugue state 
Unhinge the rusty locks,
Buried alive to seal your fate.

Draw my blood, O’ Death,
Rotten labour to Thy trade.

The Fourth.
I lay upon your stone collections,
Mannequins of life distraught,
Controller of strings,
In cycle, the puppets are the ones who are sought.

O' Death,
Take me Home,
For,
You have sent
Life to be
Your 
Unwilling spy
Love to be 
A wingless ride
Breath to end 
with a tiresome sigh
Thus, you conclude
Your five ways to kill,
And my 
Five ways to die.

5 Days to Live

Two piece industrial rock outfit from Bangalore / Mysore, India. We draw collective influences from diverse genres such as krautrock, blues, metal, and synth pop.

Industrial Trash

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