THE BEAST

🛒PRE-ORDER JESTER - https://hollowedrecords.indiemerch.com/b/brojob 🎵 STREAM - https://open.spotify.com/artist/180Rv5adp0TxkQUawZM0wG?si=MYGP0KkmQo6RDWd9wi0TkQ Follow Brojob: ►Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/brojobofficial ►Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/BROJOBOFFICIAL Credits: 🔊 Mixed & Mastered by Andrew Zink [Hollowed Studios] ► https://www.facebook.com/HollowedStudiosFL 🎤 Guest vocals by Dan Tucker of And Hell Followed with / Crown Magnetar 📹 Video by Hollowed Graphix (PJ Mc Tiernan) ► https://www.instagram.com/hollowedgraphix ✍️ Written & Produced by BROJOB Released exclusively on Hollowed Records ► https://www.hollowedrecords.com Lyrics: I take pride   In my sacrifice   Let it swell  A creation of this cell   While the torment never seems to end  I'm bottle-fed I will somehow transcend   Kick and scream while covered in the dirt   No boundaries, all I've ever known is hurt   Create a world that never knew a dream   And you make yourself your own worst enemy   Lock yourself into another ball and chain  No boundaries, all I've ever known is pain   I second guess my intuition   Mold my brain by the confounds of this prison   Recidivism, lack of empathy   Counter to culture of virtuous signaling   You can miss me with your empty sorries   Don't plan off a heartbeat of holding your breath   They prey off of feeble and naive mindsets   Wait one more second, you're closer to death   You're closer  Than ever before  When your last dying words  Were "what is this all for?"   I take pride   In my sacrifice   Let it swell  A creation of this cell   Back into the hell-shaped cell I've fell into  Anyone who cares plagued by a bird's eye view   Track dirt into my coffin and the violence will brew   They'll never know my name so no one ever gets a clue   Anyone who's ever cared about the state of affairs, elated in air, related to their fair share  Dragged into their discipline to further this Renaissance  A rebirthing into nothing where they think we belong   Step into the dungeon of an ordained sociopath   A minister born by misfortune and wrath  Tables filled by pelts of leather to the missing coil  The key to insanity buried under shit and soil  Cage the individual, they know not what they do and place the plague onto us all for never bearing his fruits   The narrative spins everything to shit  Recidivism perseveres regardless of it  Let me out