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lyrics
Give me a sign in ones and zeros, needles and tinctures
I've danced along the fray just to quell the heat
Sacrifice everything to the pagan gods made of casino lights
Another slight of hand in the offering
If it's our last stand
Tonight we ride
If we raise the flag
Tonight we ride
We're the last bastion
Tonight we ride
Man the walls and mount your horses
Tonight we ride
Reality is subjective
And I've been shaken loose from its branches
Adorn these first with chain mail knots in full regalia
An eighteen wheeler in my heart
And it craves fresh meat
We're the last bastion
Tonight we ride
Man the walls and mount your horses
Tonight we ride
I've been giving blood to the tv screen
In refusal, in communion
We never were inside
The tower keeps you warm
Slow down
As the scenery scrolls by
We're never coming back
A deep dive into the emotional landscape of Greg Puciato. Seamlessly going from raw harshness to the complete opposite and back. Average Tween Wave Enjoyer
Even for this genre the sheer intensity of this album always manages to floor me. Might not be the most unique album under the sun but it doesn't have to be; the performances are tight and ferocious, the songwriting is dynamic and explosive, the production is crushing, it's just all things to a mathcore fan. napalmsatan
Chat pile c’est une cuillère à soupe de Sonic Youth, une pincée de Ministry, une cuillère à café de Joy Division et le résultat est très très bon !!
Morceau préféré : anywhere inc