Please, don't mistake this thing for a microphone
It'd be a shame if we'd have to end this conversation so abruptly
Empty your pockets and face the fucking wall
We have reasons to assume you'll be deviating soon
Pray that the whisky won't wear off
A steady hand is a gentle lover
I'm distraught, too, but I can't help
I've got voices to silence
Mouths to feed
And most people don't see my value
Where I come from, invaders don't get invitations
Please, don't make all those hours we sat in the sun, get the better of us
It'd be a shame if our wives
Had to suffer for those
Little white lies
You know the terror pension brings
This may sound arbitrary...
But let's rationalise this abuse
It's not that we are too stupid to see through your charade
It's that the increasing complexity of your lies, seems like flattery to us
36 choice cuts - one from each 2015 LP, plus music from new signings on the mighty and 25-years-strong Relapse label. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2015