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Rating: The man in the white coat, stained with foul blood, digs into the carcass. Once he was a father. Once he was a man. Certainly a son. "Take away my dizziness, doctor... I'm afraid of flying" says the poor massacred guinea pig. At least 3 meters of intestine slip out of his ass. It looks like a damn tail.
"I'm working on it... you, in any case, stay calm" the doctor reassures him, while he continues his disembowelment work with a rusty scalpel.
Nauseating smell. Blood. Shit. Urine.
"Excuse me doctor... I shit myself." Hearing those words, the butcher naturally has an orgasm. Now, at the liquid fair, no one is missing anymore. Finally, everyone is here.
Crack. A blow to the skull of the butchered bastard.
The stray dogs strip the remains of the corpse. The psychopath takes off his coat, lights a cigarette, and starts to jerk off, enjoying the scene. And he comes immediately. As expected...
Relentless rhythms. My heart races as I listen to the shovelfuls of noise from Chris Spencer and company. My collection of plaster Madonna statues begins to weep blood. Holy faces streaked with hatred. Try listening to Commited, sons of bitches. Let yourselves get raped. Let yourselves be atomized by the 13 nuclear bombs of Occupational Hazard. The recipe to disintegrate the world. Walls of distortion without melody will guide you, hand in hand, towards a future that doesn’t exist. Like the executioner accompanies his prey to the guillotine.
Hope? None. The only salvation is to ask your god, or whoever takes his (feces), to die as soon as possible.
Unsane: the perfect band to play at your 5-year-old child's birthday party. So they will quickly understand the 3 fundamental laws of life:
•1) God does not exist
•2) Love does not exist
•3) We are walking shit
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Committed (02:42)
Need for correction
I stand with a gun in my hand
It's time for inspection
Wipe off the blood on ya hands
It's the new world
Time on my hands
It's the new world
Time to get out / while you can
Need for attention
No room for the hate that I have
It's time for dissection
Cut open the chest
While it's planned
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