EP REVIEW: PSYCHO-FRAME – REMOTE GOD SEEKER
The unholy rips through the weak.
The unholy rips through the weak.
Utmost foul, the milk from thine teat.
I want you to find a place to hide.
Eyes of God look down upon me.
They have died a thousand times, and you shall die a thousand more.
*various djenty noises*
Fear my eternal wrath.
Feeding on their ignorance, with a smile on your face as you cash out.