Beyond Horizons

Falling Stars

Tuning (Guitar): G# D# G# C# F# A# D#
Tuning (Bass): G# D# G# C# F#

Pitiful, lifeless grains of my last life
Shamelessly hanging in threads in my own mind
Pitiful, lifeless grains of my last life
Shamelessly hanging in threads in my own mind

Displeasure, misendeavor
Miserable pieces of scum
Surrounding, consuming
Every little part of me
These activities that used to bring me light
Only further destroy my piece of mind
Trying to climb up this wall of sullen remains
And can only descend before any refinement is made

Pitiful, lifeless grains of my last life
Shamelessly hanging in threads in my own mind
Pitiful, lifeless grains of my last life
Shamelessly hanging in threads in my own mind

All I can see is death
When my vision’s intact
But my mental is shattered 
I stare into the depths
When the void is consuming
The joy I’m refusing 
There’s nothing, nothing to say
When I can’t find happiness around me
Nothing, nothing’s the same
As it ever once was

I can’t seem to find the line
Between the other side, where everything is fine
Nothing seems to hit the same
Am I the one to blame?
I can’t seem to find the line
Between the other side, where everything is fine
Nothing seems to hit the same
Am I the one to blame?

Silhouettes of Silo

Anhedonian Complex

Tuning (Guitar): G# D# G# C# F# A# D#
Tuning (Bass): G# D# G# C# F#

Plagued to death, lay to rest
Hope you rot in hell
Feel the weight of the world 
Come and crashing down
Feel your bones crack about
In the dirt you lay 
In this coldness of death
Right beneath my feet

It’s killed or be killed
(In this air we breathe)
It’s killed or be killed
(In this air we breathe)
It’s killed or be killed
(In this air we breathe)
It’s killed or be killed
(In this air we breathe)

An enigma that’s mystery remains
When it takes forms of everything 
Blood pumps, but you see no face
When it leads you to your resting place
Appears to be not beast or human
Appears to be not beast or human

You coward
It’s the aura of death
You coward
It’s the aura of death

Plagued to death, lay to rest
Hope you rot in hell
Feel the weight of the world 
Come and crashing down
Feel your bones crack about
In the dirt you lay 
In this coldness of death
Right beneath my feet

It’s killed or be killed
(In this air we breathe)
It’s killed or be killed
(In this air we breathe)
It’s killed or be killed
(In this air we breathe)
It’s killed or be killed
(In this air we breathe)

Insolitus / Killing Time

A Melodic Deathcore band from Flint, MI that emphasizes groove.

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