EP REVIEW: GASKET – BABYLON
Incubi your kin ain’t my fucking kind.
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.
Connection never felt so real, can it last forever?
Everything I love, replaced by everything I fear.
You want to delete me from your mind?
It’s my cross to bear.
Here we go again, dancing in the dust.