So they have gone into the bath
Oh my god
We are the not same we are the same
I cant see, did you see
They have arrived it is now time
As are the ones
That can only speak
Disease and lies
The looks of the end are the same
As the blame
They shove the dirt,
Your waste
They look at the dead
They they take your waste
And it shall be
Obliterate
Take it away
Placenta obliteration
Die
Die, down death to earth
Your fat pants are now
Ruined, what are you to do
For casual, Mondays at the resort
I am nothing without hatetrid
I doubt that you can say
That you are true without intention
But as it was your fat pants on display
I can not reconcile that which
You said is something that is sense
I solemnly swear that
No,
I will never ever go to casual Monday
I will not become you
You are death
You are oppression
You are ignorance
It is time you pass
As all things do
You are latched onto humanity
And now there Culling shall ensue
Time to die
Yes you die
We all dine
And it is fine
But 'tis the last
'Tis the greatest
'Tis the fat pants
End most grand
Two death metal legends unite for a once-in-a-lifetime LP; rife with classic appeal and flavor, it's a manifesto that works in any era. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 11, 2017