ALBUM REVIEW: Undeath – More Insane
Music of death, a pleasing chord.
Music of death, a pleasing chord.
War is coming, don’t give up.
I want you looking over your shoulder.
“Can you tell me why it’s always raining when I take you home?”
Avalon beckons you as you burrow through disease.
Trapped in the cycle of this manmade misery.
So here we are, you thought you’ve seen it all.
I’m not perfect, but I’m harder to break.
My heart turns from dust into asphalt.