Sifting through lapses in our time
Somehow we continue to thrive
In the threshhold of Mankinds demise
In the threshhold of Mankinds demise
Now excommunicate those lies set before our eyes
Well our sources say eliminate
the weak from the herd
to better our purpose
To serve the God Machines
Now bow and pray on your knees
While we excommunicate those lies set before our eyes
Now breath
In the season
Every breath
Is our treason
Now the fall of the liars
And our Dead Angels
Have no more NAMES
Well our filthy dead angels have torn off their nameless wings again...
Our Angels have no more filthy names
Now take your problems and shove down in that old wishing well
Because one day they will be there to stab you in the back
Well I live for this day...This day of names,Oh no more names
Well our filthy angels...and their dead old names...
Well take all of our problems and cry NAMES...
Because the fall of the Liar passes with those old dead names
Grind project Regional Justice Center follows an acclaimed debut with another furious blastbeat-driven missive against the US prison system. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021