My mind it feels tortured
I can't express the pain
Thoughts that pass over and torment me once again
I can't stop thinking
A brain that never ceases
Am I tortured, does insanity plague my brain?
This is the question that brings me over
The edge and dumps me, to the ground
This is the question that brings me pain
Rips through my mind and tears again
Be unto me, repair my flesh that wraps my mind
A broken wall fading endless repressions
Deceit and lies like defacation
Upon graves, of heroes fallen
Darkness falls as my mind begins to spiral
Walking through hallways of another synapse
It infects me, another impulse of rage injects like fluid into my veins.
Once again, I can't control this fit in me
Decimating through my body
You decide whether I win or if I fucking lose
What's the point you're on my shoulders where can I move to
Get away and break away from this I fucking wish
I will not break down into another shattered realm
It's the perception of lies
That kills me from the inside out
supported by 34 fans who also own “The War Of The Mind”
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner
supported by 27 fans who also own “The War Of The Mind”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
supported by 26 fans who also own “The War Of The Mind”
An album that tends to lean towards the more melodic side of the deathcore genre. Nothing groundbreaking but they do this style really really well. puncakethethird
On their self-titled debut, Bhavachakra make black metal, flamenco guitar, and Liszt-like piano passages collide. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 17, 2016
supported by 26 fans who also own “The War Of The Mind”
Dark and twisted, heavy yet melodic. TMWNF is a journey through identity, and the lack thereof. Few works encapsulate the feeling of desperation quite the same way. John Rowland