No Closure

by Indigo Ice

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1.
[Do]n't Look 03:38
I know what I saw My doubts have been erased The rumours are true and there’s no time left to wonder I saw this coming But I didn’t think you’d be such fucking losers They’ve taken position I know where we can go Lined up on the prairies We're only biding time before they drop the ball Before they drop the ball We better move fast if we want to survive Because they’ll never fucking stop Until they’ve taken your life There’s no time to doddle about I’m a sick son of a bitch If I ever submit This is it I’m going in and I’m not stopping now We are not your property Live with uncertainty So push up all of your strength The men are marching to the bay Show them what you hate And if this is how it ends I’ll be here to take them with me I don’t expect you to see the same But I can’t stand another day in this open air prison When this is over we will dance on their graves But for now don’t look away It’s fucking time to be brave A fragile hole in the centre of their hearts Made by irrational fear No justice No peace A sickness that must be wiped out If you’re dragging me down Then I’m taking you with me If you’re gonna take me out I’m gonna drag you down to hell
2.
Death Diva 04:42
I, a fallen figure Irreplaceable Wrought a psychopathic champion Me, a beauty standard I’ve seen the light And I know you haven’t Follow before you’re educated So naive Manipulated An adversary A fucking running wheel of misfortune to destroy It’s so easy You’re all bark but you can’t bite Teeth to the pavement All beings We rot and fall into nothing So seething Among the rest of the damned All beings Is it us or them We've been deemed unworthy of truth Inexplicable Disinfected truths bottle fed to the masses You are far too gone So naive in thinking that you’ll be the best Incapacitate Overconfident You’re not able to breathe Your brainwashed little minds are no match for me I will not rest until the end Death diva Now you’re fucking finished It’s time to rot Enveloped in the fire Wrought with malice Keep believing So deceiving Feeling hopeless and in danger Retch at the violence we’ve created You’ll follow me Silence is the only way Keep on fighting and fighting Without an ounce of a clue Guess what You’re next in the fucking queue Follow Your path’s been predetermined Suffer Dig ‘em a fucking grave Silent breed Inexplicable Disinfected truths bottle fed to the masses You are far too gone So naive in thinking that you’ll be the best Incapacitate Overconfident You’re not able to breathe Your brainwashed little minds are no match for me I will not rest until the end I will not rest until the end
3.
My subconscious state of being Fused with the horrors of which my eyes perceive When does tomorrow begin When the hurt of yesterday has yet to leave The smallest likelihood of seeing tomorrow The desecration of all those who flee A violent detrimental time for our species We cannot run Walls are black Sanctuary of sleep hasn’t found its way Obfuscated state of mind This nightmare Not confined to night My brothers and my sisters painfully stripped of their essence Their bones become shrouded in smoke Making martyrs of the young As the ash coats my lungs Over my shoulder They rain from above Love will prevail But no love will ever undo this hell But no love will ever undo this hell Level the lands Carpet bomb the sands No one gets out Blood will soak all hands Progeny be damned Bloodline complete Killing the weak Cull the meek There is no saviour on the path you seek Indiscriminate Hate You’re far too late You’d better pray they open the gates As I kiss the seal on your fate Well, you know The victor writes the story The victor writes the story Tomorrow’s youth will celebrate If a bomb drops in a forest Does it make a sound A sound only the dead will know
4.
Rung over rung Some flayed Some hung Rung over rung Let the stench flood your lungs Let the stench flood your lungs A ladder of the former Organic lattice of horror A ladder of the former Putrid tree of dead fucking whores A ladder of interlaced web of rotting corpse A ladder of the former You might ask what I did this for You’ll see why this hate, it burns within me You’ll know when you’ve seen what I’ve seen Is it the latter or the former Gore or a work of art A use for their still beating heart A display of perverse divinity A painting of a plague ridden society Society Every victim a perpetrator And each body a choice You’ll learn when not to speak When I’ve ripped your throat of its voice Far from being painless I'm drowning in my anguish Feel what God intended For he was far too demented Become what you have hated Until your need is sated See what I created See what I see Maggot
5.
Love is a contract To love is to die To wonder why Devotion to the bodies floating in the sky To mourn is to thrive To realize that each and every day is the reason why Inevitable grief Secondary reprieve Writhing Isolation defeats Conversation succeeds And I now see that you were the best of me Memories reconcile the act of letting go Agitated Growing jaded Becoming everything I once fucking hated Now we dwell in the grief The deepest reaches of the caverns of me In these chasms I bereave We knew that one of us had to leave To love is to die To wonder why Devotion to the bodies floating in the sky One of us had to leave One of us had to leave Agitated Growing jaded Becoming what I once fucking hated Memories unfaded Love is a contract One of us had to leave Selfishness hoped it was me This is the price we pay for learning how to love We know that one day one must depart But each tear reminds us it was always worth it Worth it to feel your beating heart Worth it to see you grow into someone Worth it to see you though you’re gone I know I’ll see you in the stars
6.
No witnesses No fucking closure I found the cure for your disorder A dose between the ribs And a shot between the eyes A body your family won’t recognize I’ll take this saw to your teeth And grind them into dust The air reeks of iron Your throat curdles with blood The records won’t match Cause there’s no teeth left to find You’re in their veins as I snort your bones in lines You have done what you cannot atone But you could start by carving your wrist from bone The tolerance paradox on full display Violence begets even and you’ll have no say There can only be true peace when you snuff out the hate But I won’t stop there Decimate I want you to feel what it’s like to be burned alive You’d have killed yourself if you knew Surgical precision to keep you alive See how it changes your whole point of view Laceration penetration Involuntary blood donation Mutilation mastication Total fucking domination The tolerance paradox on full display Violence begets even and you’ll have no say There can only be true peace when we've snuffed out the hate No witnesses No closure No place for fascists in a world of order A flame to your prints A blade down the thighs A body no God could recognize No witnesses No closure Unholy act of righteous murder Only once you’ve felt it all Eat shit and die
7.
Bear Bell 04:25
A decade of experience once placed upon my shoulders Unsure I’d make it to understand once I was older Terrified to seek a day end’s weary rest With the incessant urge to carve a fucking hole in my chest Bear bell Night dwells Somnambulate as the mind swells Bear bell Death knells Why would God bind a child to hell In the corner of the room A lamp in the shape of a noose Hallucination Mind’s invention Which body forms the truth A war of attrition with suicidal visions When will it conclude It lurks in the iris My own divine abuse My own divine abuse An inch west of the sternum The hunting knife finds its home The rope slips around my collar And the chair finds the floor Quick Painless Fleeting Aimless A knock sounds at the door Sick Tainted Fleeing Nameless Fists beckoning for more He enters the room of his son His soul is to make no return Where do you turn when all love comes undone When your kin lays in an urn No There must be something else There must be something else In the corner of the room A path on which to choose Hallucination Mind’s invention I’ve got nothing left to lose A war of attrition with suicidal visions I will see it through I will see it through

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released February 27, 2026

Vocals - Cliff Aubut
Guitars/Production - Mike James
Drums/Lyrics - Spencer Brown

Additional vocals on track 6 - Jude Anderson
Lyrics on track 1 - Mike James
Lyrics on track 2 - Ian Docherty

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