There is something inside, you can hear it, it cries, through the tendons it rips as it grows
And as the pathogens spread, you will wish you were dead,
It has broke through the chest and exposed
Baptized in the blood of decease, mankind has fallen to its knees
The intestinal growth, a maniacal hope, that what's inside you is destine to leave
When it's feeding is done, sucking air from your lungs, the pandemic will now start to breed
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021