I saw the chaos from the scene
Broken bodies
Screaming children
Things I won't unsee
I reached to grab your hand
Your eyes said murder
Your face was red
Like cattle we marched
Towards the fence
Like cattle we marched
Towards the fence
They buried us all in sound
Follow the noise
They buried us all in sound
Follow the noise
I fear the pain again
But I march towards the here and now
If you cut down ten
We'll turn all your kids
Or end them
There is no band currently that approaches their sound with such terrifying rawness as Piranesi. Every scream is horrifying and earned, each chord panicked but mesmerizing, and the drums trample you. Fox Wound