Layers of ignorance
Layers of submission
Hidden as a coward
But staring like a king
You don't get to talk,
Your darkest kind of shit
I'm standing as a wall
Between yours and mine bitch
Misery, no excuse, no alibi
For your miserable existence
All I see in your eyes
is the great nothing inside, the hole you call your head
You drain hope away from me
Over is the time I pretended I did not see
Copies of copies of a fucked up blueprint
Getting weaker every generation
Barking, bitter, subhuman scum
I spit on your name and I'll spit on your grave.
The low growl that punctuates the middle of “Darkside” perfectly encapsulates what this band does so well. They make you want to mosh, constantly. HaroldAllnut