Brutal, grindcore as f.u.c.k. Written in some obscure 'enigmatic minor' scale. Originally Written for Isolation Creek.
Xan - Guitars, Bass, Drum Programming. Tom - Vocals.
Warning: try-hard goregrind lyrics.
Our memories can be put aside, thrown out like a foetus from an abortion clinic
soon comes a rapture that no amount of worship can repent everything I see
is in a transparent shade of sick green and yellow like oceans upon oceans of
bile there is a constant lingering smell of vomit like the dress of a drunken
prom queen
