Wrath of the hissing goddess
In her dominion over shrunken heads
Zombies lining up for miles
To receive chemical communion
O blessed wrath
Between the side effects and the symptoms
A new disease awaits
Ire of the slithering queen
Transforming life into fuck-all
That look upon your face will be your last
Just like a statue
That face that never cries and never laughs
Just like a statue
That look upon your face will be your last
Just like a statue
That face that never cries and never laughs
Will be your last, Just like a statue
Between the side effects and the symptoms
A new prison awaits
Where you are never really asleep or awake
Wouldn't you be happier in a concrete shell?
Numb to the world
Take another hit from her eyes
She'll always get you stoned
Between the side effects and the symptoms
A new prison awaits
Where you are never really asleep or awake
Awake
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024