It's day 200, I’m on the fucking phone
One beer next to suicide amongst my garden gnomes
“Foreign cunts are taking our jobs
I’m still here, unemployed
My pain is their fucking fault”
Does Allah make you paranoid?
“Burn their idols, fuck them all
Keep ours up, Britain’s just
Ugly faces clog up my news
Sell them all to the National Trust
Fucking rats, rancid scum
They’re no use to anyone
Commie pricks have us in ruin
How can they be equal?
Only God can judge my words
Heritage, guide my baseball bat
As I stalk my daily bread
Back to the Eurotunnel"
Why? "My free speech must ring out clear"
No! "Their hate must remain contained"
Think! "It’s time to rewind to a time so pure.."
I can’t stand anything you say
I can’t wait ‘till you die some day
May it be soon, may it be swift
For I don’t know how much more I can handle…
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023