Distraught. My whole being holds no merit. Futile attempts at forward progess have led me astray. Contemplating suicide, constant misery. No end in sight. These thoughts have taken over. Nothing makes sense. I am so lost. I can't continue to live like this. I will never be one for optimism, negativity will always rule me. Constantly feeling desolate in this place. I've come to terms with my fate. Death is the only solace. I've been awaiting its embrace. Awaiting death's embrace. So It's time for me to face the facts. Come to terms with my only fucking option. There's no such thing as a healing process. The time is already gone. There's nothing left for me.
Iranian metal band Confess channel their struggles with political oppression and exile into cathartic, groovy thrash. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2022