I always knew no matter what I did there would be consequences. Despite it all, this place almost feels like home. There’s no denying I belong here; I won’t argue the fact. Who would I argue with? Where would I begin? All my eyes can see is the red—shades of scarlet and vermillion muddied by hordes of fellow miscreants trapped in their cells with the agonies they perpetrated against others.
The pain burns. It dries my flesh, yet is making me sweat. Every drop of perspiration wrung from my soul screams with unknown suffering. My mind roars. Why am I here?! All I crave are answers. If this is my path, all I want is to wallow in the grief I’ve caused… not suffer endlessly—agelessly—through eons without understanding, without feeling the impact of my past life’s endeavors.
All I can do is hope. Hope that my personal cage here in this place becomes more than just an echo chamber of faceless sorrow. I deserve more…
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022