1. |
Neon Black
01:12
|
|||
2. |
Bastardised
04:14
|
|||
|
Head first into the teeth of the gears
Nothing tastes more bitter than the taste of these tears
Neglected and left out to dry
Starved of love, we are all bastardised
Head first into the teeth of the gears
Your crippling anxieties, your worries, your fears
Tied up to a bottle or two from the times
You fell out of life, we are all bastardised
Bound to
You’re bound to implode
We are walking a tightrope
Always an inch from our final farewells
We are blinded in a mine field
One step from being blown the fuck to hell
Spine snapped
Your spine was snapped in two at birth
And you’ve fallen so far from the truth
You’ll be impaled by your delusions of grief
Pierce your favourite worries, no soul underneath
I understand now
The only thing that you didn’t mean
Was your emotions, and your opinions
And everything in between
When you’ve run out of your pills and your bottles run dry
You are all out of hope from your books and the sky
Your weaknesses they will bleed into your mind
Taste what illness you can find
Depression, anxiety, what is the trend for the week
What can’t you take, is it too late for you
To be burnt at the stake
I’m not saying I’m any better, I’m just numb to the touch
Subjected to life
We are all bastardised
The worst prison is a man’s own mind
Locked up and left behind
And you ask me why I never get rest
Just my lack of purpose has me working up a sweat
The worst prison is a mans own mind
Locked up and left behind
The worst prison is a mans own mind
|
||||
3. |
Barbed Wire Smile
04:45
|
|||
|
I’ll choke on the dirt of the grave, that we built upon the mountain side
And I’ll drown in the blood of the sheep and the sheppard that we tried to hide
And you’ll cease to exist in my sinking heart.
You won’t drown any quicker, the deeper you swim, on this rotting earth
Good hopes and rusty razors, our collections run deep
We glue together these broken lies, with the blood that we keep
Under our beds, under our beds for the horrors to feast.
You’ll weep into your pillow when you realise what you did.
You sing a lot but...
You’re still out of tune.
Crowds came to see blood
Play the act, let’s not disappoint
Pluck out your own eyes
Twist them in towards yourself
Play dead
It will all blow over in the end
Excused from no sins
Pulling every possible pin
I’ll embrace you as you stitch your story into my heart and my soul
And after all is said and done, you’ll be the only one left
With the fruits of your labours crushing the ribs on your heavy chest, your heavy chest.
|
||||
4. |
Tortured Souls
03:44
|
|||
|
Gravel had bled into her soul and the soles of her feet
She wore the blisters on her skin
She wore the blisters on her skin like a map of the street
Every corner was a shattered dream
Writhing from the cold and the ghosts in the dark
She laid down her heavy head
Her tears filling up the grave she had dug
First thing she does when she wakes
Is regurgitate every mistake
One step deeper
Into her broken life.
One step deeper
His skin had grown tired of the proof
That life had inhaled the ashes of his youth
Tortured Souls
He hadn’t loved her for years
Neither the dog or the house or the kids.
He wasn’t happy with the splash of blood from their skulls or the screams
Done wasting time on love and family and other meaningless things
Tortured Souls
|
||||
5. |
Shackled
05:26
|
|||
|
Shackled. To a church in the dark of the woods.
Overwhelmed. Cold wraps around my heart.
I have nailed the meat to my skin
So the crows can be my next of kin
I fell in love with the darkness so I followed it in
To alters of loving anguish and healing sin
What is perceived, as an infection, is in times a saving grace.
The darkness can be warmer than a familiar place
Just remember, it’s a lonely path to take
Just remember, nothings fair when you swallow the only blood you have spare
Just remember, once you’ve rinsed your bones in the acid and the grit
Force them back into place and just remember they aren’t an easy fix
Shackled. To a church in the dark of the woods.
Overwhelmed. Cold wraps around my heart.
No longer have to carve your heart out in the search
For love or meaning in this decaying dirt
Fires, ready to blister, the brands are ready for flesh
Peel back your soul for these flames to ingest.
Walk through an inferno to skin the devil in his sleep
Slit the wrists of god to drink the blood at his feet
Eat the hearts of a thousand women and the children they raise
Crush
Shackled. To a church in the dark of the woods.
Overwhelmed. Cold wraps around my heart.
I have nailed the meat to my skin
So the crows can be my next of kin
I fell in love with the darkness so I followed it in
To alters of loving anguish and healing sin
|
||||
Hive Mind UK
Thrash/Hardcore from Kent United Kingdom
www.facebook.com/hivemindbanduk/
Instagram: Hivemindbanduk
If you like Hive Mind, you may also like:
supported by 5 fans who also own “Hive Mind”
Oh boy, oh boy! Thats album is amazing! Everyone should give it a listen!
go to album
supported by 5 fans who also own “Hive Mind”
go to album
Havoc at the Midnight Hour
by Aggressive Perfector
supported by 5 fans who also own “Hive Mind”
Prepare to have these riffs dig way up in your brain cause this album has more hooks than a Hellraiser flick. No half measured bullshit here. Unapologetically metal for metal fans. If the Gates of Hell open it's only cause Satan wants to spin this record.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 18, 2023
go to album
Extreme Transgression
by Transgressive
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 17, 2023
go to album
Electrified Brain
by Municipal Waste
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jul 8, 2022
go to album
Empowered By Hate
by Nuclear Warfare
supported by 5 fans who also own “Hive Mind”
go to album
