Slaughter the heart of that which you can not relate
The shame is your own not of those you've laid to waste
Slash their throats, crush their bones
Skin the outer layers of their hide
Childlike souls
Childlike souls
Childlike souls
Fight to find the light
Salt the earth
Hands in the dirt
Take what you can
Kill everyone
Fuck the innocent
Fuck the innocent
Fuck the innocent
Don't bat an eye as the blood transforms into dollar signs
You've got the world at your feet
So put your foot on it's back
An early grave for the slaves put to death by the weak
You've got your hand in the pot
And the water is boiling, boiling
Keep from the cold while they pray for sleep
Keep from the cold while they pray for sleep
Keep from the cold
Keep from the cold
Right you are (right you are)
Right you are (right you are)
Right you are (right you are)
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021
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