It is in my blood, which is in my veins,
On this filthy rope, without a single trace,
You will bury your brother, with the shovel I gave,
For I will cut my throat, and drink my name,
I can run you red, but my red is black,
I will eat your soul, in a formal rack,
I'm the one with a thousand sins,
Broken promise is a worth of inch.
Bury my body! Grind my guts!
And burn the sculls of eternal dots,
I must set this fire on a southern dream,
Broken bones, If you know what I mean,
I could tell wrong, but my left is right,
Hands are crossed, and fucking out of sight,
I will bury my brother, with the shovel you've gave,
For I will cut your throat, and drink your name,
I cant stand! Pethetic games,
I cant stand! Your perfect
I cant stand! Pethetic games!
I cant stand! Your perfect fame!
I've got hell within this,
Burning deep under fists!
Burn everything you love! Ha!
I've got hell within this,
Burning deep under fists!
It is in my blood, which is in my veins,
On this filthy rope, without a single trace,
You will bury your brother, with the shovel I gave,
For I will cut my throat, I will cut my throat.
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024