Caged, cut. Breed, bleed.
Teeth stained red, grave of a body.
Life of misery. We are the vermin.
Defending genocide, grim ritual.
Under the knife or on your plate,
murder is murder no matter how you dissect it.
Blind to hell, while you choke on it.
Blind to hell, as you rot.
Just picturing the basement dwelling losers standing around in a shitty club with like 12 people pretending that they are artistic geniuses because they make tapes. Basically the worst tendencies in modern noise all compounded into one sound. Then again; most noise is terrible. I mean how much of it do we really need? Damn sorry for being such a bummer. Adam Lehrer/Safety Propganda