War time again a rifle is your best friend that you can depend just you and your men crawling through barbed wire bullets flying over get up to a knife swung toward you reverse it and stab him then shoot his friend and stand back again smell the rotting corpses smell the some men they kill and they never stop feeling others they kill and they never stop thrilling those who don't thrive take a look in their eyes it's the thousand yard stare
(Harsh vocals no lyrics part)
Thousand yard
Thousand yard stare
Thousand yard
Thousand yard stare
Thousand yard Thousand yard state
Running through no man's land throwing grenades exploding whole men shooting all of them
Squad members are dropping the situation is looking grim pinned down in fighting whole near their trench you can't even move an inch without fire coming from them
You try to throw a gas but get shot and finished right off
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if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant
supported by 25 fans who also own “Rat Filled Rectum”
Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy