Joy of the flesh shade on myself feel of the crash make me on wane distress i’m stranger to myself regret while i deny done of shame hard chains leave me to endless pain false faith leads me to shames pain whim wish rains and wins my feel doom sweets come to me for my kill feast of the...

Time has pass away like blast fast storm and you don t care of passed tones in pleasant moment when you rest with breeze air and you don’t think that it be near time has pass away like thunder in the night and you bring nothing in your life feeling of past hopes future sorrows is the same...

This moshpit trap song was made by the music collective whirlpool in south florida, an hour from miami.