Call out to the desolation. It will only echo your words.. Cursed isolation of life. Corrosive introspection, seclusion. With darkness to swallow the sun, and thirst to swallow the sea. An empty chasm expands procuring a nauseating view. Feet cling to the rotting soil, yearning to cross the gap.
The path to truth and freedom, or simplistic mental aesthetics. Whose choice will it be? Have you seen death in life? Manipulation over freedom. Aggression replaces compassion, distorted by others' desire.
Control and hatred, mental exploitation. Self righteous rationalization, reaction or rejection? Whose choice will it be? Who created this obstacle? Lines of conception blur. Retaliate with deception. An exit does exist
In ‘98 Greg Wilkinson started playing shows with a drum machine, bass, circuit bent noise generators while singing under the
moniker MrBrainoil. Playing gigs solo during that time would come to an end in early 2000 when Nathan Smith would join on guitar. Later that year, Ira Harris would round the lineup on drums to its final and only formation changing its moniker to Brainoil....more