Anxiety rises and I know what I have to do. This ends tonight. You’re finished, you’re fucking through. You just fucked with the wrong motherfucker. I’m taking you out, so say your prayers motherfucker. Square up to me, I want to see your best. You don’t have shit you fucking soft ass bitch. You’re just like all the other fruits. You’re in debt, so now pay up. Spilling your blood – only on my mind. No love for the weak and the likes of you (you’re through). Look over your shoulder and watch your back. You’re cursed now bitch, it’s just like that. The decline of you.
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023