Born from the collision of underground streetwear rebellion and the bleak poetry of deathcore, INVAIN is more than fabric t’s a scar you wear with pride.
The front stares back a distorted glimpse into hollow eyes, stitched with silence and surrounded by decay. The back? A crowned skull grinning through thorns and rot, framed by roses that will never bloom. It's the funeral of conformity… and you’re walking in proud.
Each thread speaks of war between who you were and what you’ve become. Between city concrete and pit blood. Oversized, washed-out, and unapologetically heavy this isn’t just a shirt. It’s armor for the damned.
