Choke on your indifference
Goddamn hound, this is high treason
Feel my breath against your face
Throw up those lungs
fucking disgrace
Hear me roar
Your master
I neglect you
Helpless bastard
These hands are restless
The wood reeks of distress
I dare not stand on my feet
A virgin's trip into the terror pit
I still feel your scythes on me
The demons know it, that's why they've broken free
Chorus
Don't need no filth on paper
I'll need a life for later
A cesspool, suburban rats
A wound infected with such grief will not heal so fast
The sight of me as been a nuisance for the beast
Who hides in his cave in preparation for the feast
My voice is gone, dry from the screams that lured him
I'm a disease, I don't deserve to live for free
Leashed in a den of flies
"He shall wither before he dies"
Now you can hear their lips sync
"My boy, I will feast until you sink"
Well-fed with screws and nourished with tough love
"What is the matter with that boy? He's hell bent on staring above"
Chorus
Don't need no filth on paper
I'll need a life for later
Now mop that wet floor
Mop that fucking floor
I want you dry
When the guests arrive
Someday I'll skin that juggernaut
Use his hide to take the sunlight away from his crops
Supplementing sasscore insanity with bolstered vocals and pop-punk songcraft, the California band are kicking ass and breaking boundaries. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024