How obvious do I need to be?
Your spandex says it all.
Wrangling meat and licking feet, you make it look so easy.
Winter will come again, and when it does, you’ll be running back to me like a baby.
Simpleton personified, the tits aren’t bouncing; no one cares.
Time’s moved on, walking scrap, gender confused, terminally regressive.
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023