I'm staring here, crouching.
Waiting for a sign, to cease.
A broken hope, holds me.
Asking me why, I please.
Shattered and scorched I am, in fragile pieces I turn.
My face is torn and never heals, through the years.
I have became a rotting dead, like thrown inbetween.
Pieces of flesh on me.
And I - I want break!
Pick up right now, they said.
And never mind, what's left.
The time will come, to excuse.
What I have take, or refused.
My face is torn and never heals, through the years.
I have became a rotting dead, like thrown inbetween.
Pieces of flesh on me.
And I - I want break, I want take, everything that has left, from my remains, I will left everything, that let me down.
Run, take, breake, left, breathe, refuse, resist, never regret!
Iranian metal band Confess channel their struggles with political oppression and exile into cathartic, groovy thrash. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2022