Choking, choking, choking, Choking on concrete. Choking, choking, choking, Choking on concrete. Burned, broken, raped, Starved, beaten, and craved. 400 times a whore, and sold for more. Breathing blood for air, this can’t go on. I just want to die. Release me from this hell. I cannot tell a soul. A promise cast in stone. No shelter from the cold. Only sixteen years old. Pleading for the end, the urge to die. Laughter, bleeding, reason why?
The Crawling Lisburn, UK
The music created by The Crawling is a result of a trio of music fans that have enjoyed, and participated, in the local
music scene for decades.
The collaboration has resulted in a heavy, slow-death ensemble, forged against a back drop of misery and contempt for the world that surrounds us.
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