Powering through this wild locomotive blows off steam billowing wretched plumes of coagulated riffs, to brake at the crossroads. Trenching the placid molds out against rays awaiting the exposed vitals! None survived!! Supa88
This is for all of us antinatalists, pessimists, and absurdists out there. The lyrics are worth the purchase price alone, and the music is the perfect medium to express their frenetic hopelessness. Margin Snail