ConceptionWe are absolutely nothing and we are everyone.
We are a blessed nightmare. Unholy bastard sons.
Black TeethIt wasn't enough for her to depend on a man who was rotting from the outside in.
The rotting of flesh and spilling of blood, a father of dirt made a child of mud.
And ripped from the womb, it wasn't enough, the bastard of man, abortion undone
born to a world with hate in his eyes and Black Teeth will reign in this world we despise.
Fear not the snake crawling under you skin.
Mind not the white horse of death marching in.
Show me a man with enough to go around and I'll show you ten more eating off the fucking ground.
Two songs from the 7 inch have been posted on the music page.
Listen here.