No one is there for you. I don't care about your selfish fucking views. You turn your back on the crew. We're face to face. So tell me what the fuck you gunna do? Soon my hands will be blood stained. You're a fake ass bitch I can see right through. When all is said and done. Your innocence lost. Exterminate the snitches at all costs. Contemplating these walls with a turncoat in my path. Since I was spewed into this world I've had to see the rats. A shame they naw like parasites amoung the honour bond. A cold shoulder waste of life and now you're in the ground.
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023