The news has spread that you are dead. Lives are shattered tears are shed. A lively body now bereft. An empty shell is all thats left
Prepared for an audience, Made up to look your best
Your funeral tux will cover up the stitching on your chest. Guts removed and stitched and glued and painted to look fresh. The waxen image of your life is mocking you in death.
Taken well before your time. Everything is left behind. Lonely in a 6 foot pit. In your casket, dead as shit.
In the box you lay. Lousy with decay. Those you've left behind. Will have no piece of mind
Dead as Shit.
Nothing anyone could do. The reaper came this time for you. Sad to say your time has come. You're food for worms in moribund and now you are dead as shit.
The band's debut is full of whiskey-burned growls and maniacal high shrieks, not surprising for a group of Detroit metal vets. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 22, 2016