Bleak horizon filled with acrid smoke
Lives lost for some fucked up joke
A roaring metal beast approaches so slow
Crushing all in its path, the body count grows
Heading for trenches the mammoth won’t stop
Over barbed wire until it rests on top
Trapped under treads, viscera surrounds me
Corpses lie in rot and madness abounds me
Suffocating on the mud
Choking
Feel my body being crushed
Suffer
Bones splintered by the weight
Dying
Brains bursting from my skull
Dead
Slow
Maggots feed on my eyes
Flesh ground to pulp
Rot
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PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten