The milk has gone off its not in the fridge I pour bourbon into my cereal bowl and piss in the sink everything has lost that haze I labour through the days no care despair won’t take a genius to see I’m not all there I see my loved ones fret they see a vacant fool one day they’ll see me face down in a cold still pool I live in filth but wait until you see my mind chaos reigns and wraps shadowed tentacles around my neck as god’s fists wriggle inside me pinching my tender skin while I choke on the pastor’s cock and remember the good old days
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024