Number of Lyrics in Album : 4
By Angelspit, VERSE 1
My trigger finger loves to hate me
takes to the
By Angelspit, VERSE 1
ripe for the slaughter hiding in the naive
meat racked
By Angelspit, VERSE 1
teeth, nailing
their own tongues
anger raising up in torn lungs
rack,
By Angelspit, Black office, Dead paper.
Sacrifical skyscraper.
Gestate, incubate, dig your own grave.
Grinding,