The earth will spin without your selfish stain.
Introduce you to fiery pain.
No hiding behind your church walls;
A place of withheld calls.
Calls of help, cries of anguish;
Your actions will leave you vanquished.
The suffering brought to those by your hands.
Your death is my command.
Burn.
Deserving of a necklacing, to be slain.
Your suffering will be brought to my disdain.
Look me in the eyes before you die.
I will feel nothing.
There’s no salvation, there’s no place for you to run.
The bodies will lay, those of your allegiance.
Pray to your god but it won’t make a fucking difference.
Suffer the rain.
Endless pain.
There is no escape.
A coffin conceals your fate.
Drive the nails through your hands and feet;
Find your fucking god six feet deep.
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Ignorant in the best way hardcore-influenced death metal for those who like to windmill in a cloud of smoke. So good even this straight edge kid could be enticed. If you liked the attitude of the first Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza album, come see this. Shoutout to Aftershock reviews for the introduction. Luke