Searing touch of death rushing into my veins
Boiling my flesh and driving me insane
Bow before his majesty, lower your head
Spreading genocide and stacking piles of the dead
Sacrificing those who stand in his way
Free thoughts enter their final days
Hasten my death, make it all end soon
Another nation chalked up to meet their doom
Bright red skies, force fed lies
They will never stop until all dissent dies
No escape from this final solution
Only option left is revolution
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2023