Cigarette burns back of my neck
Fed like a dog you'd want to forget
Found god in a basement chair
With shit on my legs I don't care
Carving my skin
Fictional sin
Carving my skin
Glued to the floor
Carving my skin
Fictional sin
Carving my skin
Down down down
Incurable as I am
Color fades and we've only began
One last word vibrates within
Down down down down
Carving my skin
Fictional sin
Carving my skin
Glued to the floor
Midnight midnight midnight
I'm a religious site
Now both my hands are tied this is how I'm going to die Cling to an inch of life
Mutilated with design
You try to die
You try to die
You try to die
You try to die
You try to die
You try to die
You try to die
Midnight
Hands tied
No reply
This is how I die
This is how I die
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Even for this genre the sheer intensity of this album always manages to floor me. Might not be the most unique album under the sun but it doesn't have to be; the performances are tight and ferocious, the songwriting is dynamic and explosive, the production is crushing, it's just all things to a mathcore fan. napalmsatan