Verse:
Ignoring signs all around you
Impending dooms everywhere
Too distracted to be aware
Chorus:
But you'll care
When the shit hits the fan
Begging for a helping hand
When the shit hits the fan
Verse:
The riots spill to your door step
No food on the shelves left
Race to meet your untimely death
Bridge:
Bastards, backstabbing, money grabbing, the rich will be fine drinking their wine, on the poor they dine, corporate swine with no care for man kind. Population control selling your souls to rule the same world you rape and destroy. Acting like gods who rule the world your punishments coming in death your blood curled...
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024