Left to rely on myself, bleeding and crying for help.
This constant self pity's a bitch, it's just the cards I was dealt.
Endless asking what is wrong with me?
Live a day in my shoes then you'll fucking see,
What!
And then you'll fucking see.
What! What!
Born a burden, a stain, so worthless.
Never learnt to speak up for myself. It's always been this way,
I'm just the trash you throw out at the end of the night,
Nothing to hold onto right?
That's always been my life.
And I can not get out of my head,
The thoughts you left, They taste of regret.
Bitter and sour, I spit them out.
I spit you out.
I spit you.
Always searching for acceptance but there's nothing there,
Just the freak who everyone looks at and won't come near.
Do you know what it's like to feel so worthless and so alone?
To have to grow up in a broken home.
This home is fucking broken
And I'll just bleed myself dry
Trying to fix something that's always been dead.
It’s always been dead.
I can not get out of my head,
The thoughts you left,
They taste of regret.
Bitter and sour, I spit them out.
I spit you out.
Yeah!
I can not get out of my head,
The thoughts you left,
They taste of regret.
Bitter and sour, I spit them out.
I spit you out.
I spit you.
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