Flesh burns with anguish
The only hope
To break the wills of prophets
Slice them from their thrones
Heaves of human garbage
Crimson window stains
Fatal call for justice
Brief cases fill these graves
Cock it backwards
Load the chamber
Keep your eyes on the culprit
Sinking slowly
Into madness
A product of these dead end days
Vengeance for your shallow way
Your stocks they plumit
As rounds role through the office
Every bullet
Every head
Will not account
For those already dead
International Monetary fuckead ruling class
Beg for your life yuppie scum as this moment will be your last
The stygian duo explore themes of gender dysphoria and oppressive institutions through sludgy doom with a pitch-black underbelly. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2021