Crackpot, crackshot, aiming for the potshot
Firing into blindspot with no regard to who gets caught
Collateral damage is of no concern
Friendly fire massacre, cut you down with a few choice words
I've declared a total war, the reasons why I'm not quite sure
All I know is at this moment I'm seeing red
Now that things are rolling jack up the greatest hits
apologies are just tourniquets
Sheer terror consumes spastic fits like a glove
Controlled by my hatred destroyed by your love
Poisonous thoughts there's a war in my head
If this is called living I'd rather be dead
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021