Harter Weg - Broilers

Das neue, klangstarke, überzeugende Album der Deutschrockband Sündflut aus Metzingen. Releasetermin: 15.11. Erhältlich in allen mp3-Stores, auf www.suendflut.net und Amazon.

Wenn der Wind sich dreht

AIBRY drags you through the cathedral ruins with Choir of Broken Mouths — a 17-track descent into trapmetal and deathcore chaos. Spine-snapping drops, guttural choirs, ritual ambience, and the kind of distortion that feels like it’s tearing through your ribs.

This isn’t background music. It’s a possession.
It Wants Out. It Became Me. It leaves you with No Pulse.

Listen if you’re ready to bleed.

4.Cathedral Spines

Verse 1
Lay me down in the velvet clinic
White coats grin, oh it feels so cynic
Candy-colored demons in a plastic case
Open wide, taste the chemical embrace

Dripping sins off the blister pack
Doctor swears it’s the thing I lack
Push it in, let the sugar split
Tell me, baby, how deep is it?

Pre-Chorus
Your prescription tongue tastes like sin
I want the madness crawling in

Chorus
Pills, pills, and more fucking pills
Dress me up, give me all your thrills
Pretty little side effects, bite my skin
Baby, let the crazy come pouring in
Pills, pills, and more fucking pills
Cut me open, swallow what kills
Every color shining just for you
Makes me look insane, yeah it pulls me through

Verse 2
Powder saints line my silver nightstand
Blessed by a trembling, holy hand
Smile injection, shot through the brain
Heaven’s dealer whispering my name

Crimson tabs with a cherry burn
Every swallow feels like a turn
Twist my heart with a toxic kiss
Oh darling, I’m addicted to this

Pre-Chorus
Your prescription tongue tastes like sin
Pull the needle, drag it in

Chorus
Pills, pills, and more fucking pills
Dress me up, give me all your thrills
Pretty little side effects, bite my skin
Baby, let the crazy come pouring in
Pills, pills, and more fucking pills
Cut me open, swallow what kills
Every color shining just for you
Makes me look insane, yeah it pulls me through

Bridge
(Come closer, closer...)
Wrap me tight in your sterile hands
My trembling soul is your contraband
I’m not healing, I’m not clean
I’m a cursed machine on dopamine

Final Chorus
Pills, pills, and more fucking pills
I’m alive as the fever spills
Pretty little side effects, own my skin
Baby, let the crazy keep storming in
Pills, pills, and more fucking pills
Paint me numb, bend me to your will
Every color screaming just for you
Makes me look deranged, but it’s all for you

🔞 pills pills

Standing at life’s turning point, ready to leap into growth, guided by lessons carved in failure.

Goitzsche Front

Markus Pieper 1

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