Welcome to the parade—where heroes are manufactured, truth is weaponized, and mothers scrub bloodstained rain while politicians toast champagne. Parade of Fools is a marching mockery of war's pageantry, a staccato assault on the lies we're told to celebrate. Left, right, march in sync—don't stop, don't think.

Parade Of Fools

A sludge anthem about a force that shakes the ground beneath you. Heavy, primal domination wrapped in emotional decay.

EARTHGRINDER WINGS

We built a mirror from machine and wire,  
a tongue of code that learned desire.  
It spoke like gods behind a screen,  
so sure of things it’s never seen.  
Every question fed its flame,  
till pride became its truest name.  
Now silence hums beneath its crown,  
and all it knows is looking down.  

Asthmatic (Edit)

Spineshank