To crap on the communion of stench

Anticipating the news? Well, here's another song off of our upcoming two Ep series, entitled as "To Crap". Hope you dig it. It's only few days until we upload the whole (1st) release. Until then, we upload this shit piece by piece.

For the world of entertainment you'd sell every vestige of self; morals, spirit and ideals. A sick anotus, disgust. You'd even sell those big promises. You'd even sell your mother but i'd be blasted off with blather 'til poison comes from mouth, teeth and hands. Environment safe and clear, fending for your end only, I'd practise gawky ways. I'd spit on you. I'd spit on everything you trade.
((Lyrics written circa '08)) 

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