Οι Καναδοί industrialists “καλωσορίζουν” τη νέα χιλιετία με το γνωστό τους μίγμα καταστροφολογίας και σκοτεινής ηχητικής ambience, δίνοντας το soundtrack μιας διαρκώς παρούσας κατάστασης πραγμάτων. Ακραία επίκαιρο σε περιόδους όπως αυτή που διανύουμε. 🔴 🔴 The Canadian industrialists “welcome” the new millennium with their signature blend of catastrophism and dark sonic ambience, providing the soundtrack to a perpetually present state of affairs. Extremely timely in periods like the one we are currently going through.

Written by Bill Leeb, Chris Peterson Album Epitaph Produced by Bill Leeb, Chris Peterson

I haven’t slept in forty days
Something here just doesn’t feel right
This eerie place keeps me up all night
So tired now I’m losing my sight
A yellow sky
Turning blue
Dead planet
I look around and see no end
Signs of extinction appear everywhere
This place called earth
Is just a burning shell
An inner outer living hell
A yellow sky
Turning blue
Dead planet
A yellow sky
Turning blue
Dead planet
We have come so far
Just to lose it all
This winding road
We call life
So civilized within our frame of mind
Never having learned
To be kind
A yellow sky
Turning blue
Dead planet
A yellow sky
Turning blue
Dead planet
A yellow sky
Turning blue
Dead planet
A yellow sky
Turning blue
Dead planet
What is up with this hole I’m in?
No one here can hear me scream
What is up with this place I’m in?
Someone get me out of this scene