My whole life, I’ve wished I could stand up for myself,
I try so hard to please everyone.
Nothing’s ever good enough,
So fuck my attempts at pleasing anyone.
At pleasing anyone, what!?
Always been second best.
Trapped to suffer,
Left with this loneliness.
Life's just a parasite, leaching all I have inside,
Leaving me to die, hanging from a rope made of lies.
I hope death waits no longer.
Break through the exterior
I don't feel any clearer.
This sickening feeling, it won't seem to fade.
Break through the exterior
I don't feel any clearer.
This sickening feeling, it won't seem to fade.
Because it makes me choke until I spit it out like a mother fucking
Blegh!
So what do you want from me?
I can't provide it obviously.
Fuck you
And all you want me to be.
I've become a product of the world that is in front of me.
Dried up up and left for dead
With these memories stuck in my head.
Life’s a fucking joke.
Hypocritical, narcissistic Joke.
Hypocritical, narcissistic Joke.
credits
from Spit You Out,
released August 25, 2017
Written and Performed by Apate
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022
What a refreshing, heavy metalcore album this is. The 6/8 tracks are intense as all get out, lyrics are dark and personal and haunting, production is excellently fitting, and musicianship all around is great. The features, especially Frankie Palmeri's, listen so well and so heavily. Mark Benton