SO TAKE OFF YOUR HALO
AND POUR THAT FUCKING GAS
ONTO THE CARPET FLOORS
MISSION ABORT
AS THE PAINS KILL ME AND FLOW THROUGH MY VEINS
MY NASAL CAVITIES DISINTEGRATE
DO YOU FEEL IT DOWN YOUR SPINE?
THATS THE SOUND OF MY SKIN RIPPING THROUGH THE CONCRETE AS I’M CRAWLING FROM THOUGHTS I THOUGHT I’VE BURIED
FEED ME TO THE HOUNDS
HOME SWEET GASOLINE SWEET HOME
BURN
LIVE LIKE A GOD
DIE LIKE A PEASANT
FIST CLENCHED TIGHT
ON MY KNIFE
HOW CAN I RESIST?
(BURN)
BASTARD
DON’T YOU FEEL IT DOWN YOUR SPINE?
THAT’S THE SOUND OF MY SKIN RIPPING THROUGH THE CONCRETE AS I CRAWL FROM THOUGHT I THOUGHT I FUCKING BURIED
ONE DAY YOU’LL ALL FUCKING SEE
WHAT THIS DRIP IS DOING TO ME
MY TEETH CHATTER UNTIL THEY SHATTER
SHATTER LIKE MY DREAMS
I WON’T BOW TO YOUR GAT
I’LL LIGHT THE MATCH
YOU DISGRACE SO CALLED ‘MAN’
GO BACK TO YOUR KLUX KLAN
DROP YOUR GUN, DROP YOUR BADGE
AND DIE LIKE A MAN
KEEP TALKING THAT SHIT
GET POPPED LIKE A ZIT
SO SPEW THE PUSS THAT YOU SPIT PRICK
FUCK IT
SUCK A DICK
supported by 10 fans who also own “Home Sweet Gasoline”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024