Draw my blood
and stain the page
of blank opal paper
honesty's a drug
I'll find reassurance later
Running on everglades
Abhorrence fills my cup
No more razorblades
I've used them up
Take your fucking gun
and break apart my head
my corpse steams
rotting beneath the sun
Display me on the wall of your shed
Sit back, relax and know what you've done
Will better this world, this tyrant I've become
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