ALBUM REVIEW: HEREISAROPEGOODLUCK – Nothing to Write Home About
I can’t sleep, I can’t think.
I can’t sleep, I can’t think.
I couldn’t stand watching the sickness spread.
Watch it fall on me.
Take something you love and run into a thousand times.
Violence fills my nerves starved of correction.
Incubi your kin ain’t my fucking kind.
Stay out of Georgia.
Fulfill the need to see them crawl.
The choir has sung your suffering.