It's earthiness coating my throat.
I'm wincing on the bitterest pill.
I refuse to swallow.
I'm offered the warmth of a velvet glove
An iron fist to some.
Right might that wants the country pure.
I'm incensed by those
In awe of "living amongst their own"
But we're all retching on dirt,
And we'll choke if we don't spit it out!
- Twist the Knife (Slowly)
- Remain Nameless
- Plague Rages
- More Than Meets the Eye
- Primed Time
- State of Mind
- Armageddon X 7
- Retching on the Dirt
- Fasting On Deception