Endless Fry from Wasteland Chronicles by Killsorrow

How long will I struggle, in this endless fray,
Feeling like my ears are plugged, with filth in disarray.
Total chaos carved from perfection's embrace,
Forced down the throat, a violent case.

How long will I struggle, in this endless fray,
A masterpiece that my mind contemplates.
Sleep won't come, I'm torn apart,
Mind out of tune, playing a separate part.
Separate
Total chaos carved from perfection's embrace,
Forced down the throat, a violent case.
Sleep won't come, I'm torn apart,
Mind out of tune, playing a separate part.
Created to exist and never fade away,
The last note of a world astray.
Sleep won't come, I'm torn apart,
Mind out of tune, playing a separate part.

• Melodic metal
• Metal
• metalcore
• postapocalyptic metal
• progressive metal
• Kraków