He sits upon his throne
Face red with exertion
No movement
That would lead to disaster
The pain of it
Getting too much for him to bear
Eyes widen
Explode
World turns brown
Discharged faecal foetus
He tried hard
To keep it inside him
Crying he dreams
Of a world without shit
Devoid of waste
A place full of angels
Stench forgotten
He drifts into bliss
Next wave hits
Heaven becomes hell
Excremental
Hatred
Arse born
Excremental
Hatred
Arse torn
Can’t fight it,
Bowel shattered
Fountain of filth sprays high
No escaping
The evil brown torrent
All consuming
He falls face down
Drowns in the waste
Body lost to the
Foulness he gave birth to
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