Age was that beautiful number
It was just like your fire
now it's just like the smoke that fills your lungs and fucks with your eyes
The need for sleep has got you spreading your legs and loosening your throat
And by your words alone
I can tell that you are one to swallow the taste
brought on a sparsely attended funeral
An empty casket filled with the corpse of your moral crusade
That day i slept soundly dreaming of wet flesh
Knowing that there isn't a kinfe on earth
that is sharp enough to surgically remove the whore from your body.


Lyrics submitted by SaviorSalvation213

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    General CommentTOR finally hit 2 minutes, and damn they do it with such punsihment. Each band member just sounds like their trying to destroy their instrument. I love the last line of this song very very much. Plus having the Plague Bringer dudes add some sick vox isn't shabby either.
    SaviorSalvation213on May 14, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI mean c'mon how can you deny the annihilation in the opening endless DROP. Eat it up
    SaviorSalvation213on May 16, 2007   Link

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