Suffering Bastard letra

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks fall, predicting strife.
Cranium exposed, denial of aesthetic.
Push it a little farther, all of this into ashes, all of this torn to rags.
I don't know what the fuck have I become?
Synapses snapping.
Mortality decimated.
Breakdown, whiskey shifts hate into overdrive.
Realizing it's murder of the self so clean.
I don't know what the fuck have I become?
Hand reaching out, desecrates impunity.
Ripping away foundation's identity, replacing with shame. Transgressions mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance.
What a bloody mess.
Visit dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. All of this burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags…

Agents of Satan - Letras

• Black Metal Bat
• Black Scabs
• Butcher Knife
• Crosshairs
• Crust
• Cut Off My Dick
• Goat Skrote
• Goat-core
• Goatcore
• H.O.G
• Klawbo Connection
• Posted
• Preaching To The Converted
• Pusher
• Rape Your Ass With Drugs
• Raped Priest
• Red Impulse
• Shredded Clitoris And Foreskin
• Snort Fat Lines Of Crank
• Snowmen
• Suffering Bastard
• Unholy Ascencion
• Vomit Tar