You march around with the mirage of your holy crown
Flinging your shit you love the way you fucking sound
Hidden behind your vanity and grief
Mask your true weakness underneath
No ones going to be there when you finally meet the reaper
No one will cry on the day you fucking die
Have them beheaded
You lock yourself in a mental prison
Try to set you straight you refuse to fucking listen
Self absorbed corrupt it's your grave you've dug
Good clean Slam! Something about this album is a little juvenile. Some nice screeching, some twisted grooves, it checks out. Throw some more lows and gutturals in the next album for me, will ya? ClasSixxS
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner