Musick: Zamoth/ Destructhor
Ultra death, hardcore trash; give me your call.
Holy death, in presence of which I gave you it all
Conformity through terror, rapture through restrain.
It's like putting your life all down the drain.
Godflesh; how do you cope?
A leap out of faith, time to find the rope.
Deadmeat; look into my eyes,
how could you possibly believe the lies?
Deduced to Overkill, defunct totality.
An abstract netherworld with no absence of fundamentality.
