Struck down like dogs. You live on hand and knee and wait for nothing.
A tangled mass of flesh and teeth, bite back the hand that feeds.
The song remains the same: stillborn unto their pain.
Submission stretched from head to toe across your lifeless frame.
Kill or be killed.
Sin or be blessed.
Bite of the hand.
Taste of the flesh
1 | Awake |
2 | F.E.B.N. |
3 | Slander |
4 | Burn Alive |
5 | Explode |
6 | Blind Evolution |
7 | Manifest Destination |
8 | Kill The Snakes |
9 | Exile On Broadway |
10 | Gimme Death |