Maniac
on the loose, lives to kill
Maniac
stalking you, time to die
Cutting through
crimson spray in the night
Cutting through
limbs fall down to the ground
You are helpless
body frozen, can't move
You are helpless
his knife screams through
Bloody mess
Feeding time, for the press
Bloody mess
life soon forgotten
His reign of terror never ends
Countless bodies piled up high
In hell forever bleeding
Curse him with tormented...
Cries
Fat cats laugh at mutilated corpses of the scum that they despise
Their maniac
Kills for them, a bloody cleanse
All the maggots
Die
The band's debut is full of whiskey-burned growls and maniacal high shrieks, not surprising for a group of Detroit metal vets. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 22, 2016