They're laying down in that rusty water
twenty seven masked centaurs are raping them in front of us
look at what they're doin to you
There's no one to hear you
screaming, struggling down there
A thick blood is flowing in the lines
drawn by your nails
Siamese twins are staring at you
An ol blind woman in the mirror
she's cryin, whispering
Look at what you're doin to you
Look at what they're doin to you
the gloomy old man is starring at you
look at what you're doin to you
the gloomy old man is starring at you
They're sharpening their blades for you
the crowd is staring at you
The butcher is here, for you
there's nothing behind his eyes
you canb't find no road, no path
your grave is the only hiding place
the raven is here
your tears are burning your cheeks
dead bodies are dangling, rotting
you're drowning in a pool of blood
Texas band draft an all-killer, no-filler love letter to ’70s hard rock and metal, with surging vocals and riffs that command respect. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024