Descending from the depths of hell we have come for your soul, try to run and scream and shout there is no way of getting out. Chase you through the parking lot, smash your head with a rock. Chloroform and red tape, won't let you escape. Drag your body to the car, blood runs down my arm tonight.
You're so fucking weak, I hate everything about you. You never thought this would be true. Pain is my only pleasure, I cannot see. I love knowing you're in agony.
Descending from the depths of hell we have come for your soul, try to run and scream and shout there is no way of getting out. Tear the flesh from your skin, you'll know true pain. Hide you within my walls, your casque is my home. Wear your body as a suit, your friends will like me more than they used to.
You're so fucking weak, I hate everything about you. You never thought this would be true. Pain is my only pleasure, I cannot see. I love knowing you're in agony.
Bluesy protopunk in the great Detroit tradition by the city's own the Stools, with dashes of the Stooges, Negative Approach, and the Gories. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2023
The Australian punks return with another round of turbo-charged riffs and debauched themes; crack open a cold one and get ready to mosh. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2024