Spend the night, the meat has thawed. So suck the shit, birth more fraud. When the firing squad had me applaud, I knew I was too clever for god. Who’s still Christian? Stale bread for stale tradition. Superstition? Hire a bad magician. Bad condition? Go bald for recognition. Fire some more ammunition. Enter mission… double decomposition. Screw nutrition in missionary position. Politician. “Fuck work” with repetition. Rescue mission is just superstition. And so life began at erection. Where did you start? Awe, who cares for the most part? You can go fuck an imaginary body part. Looks like rotten meat in a stolen shopping cart. Now try to sort of push restart.
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Converge always astound in their ability to grow while still satisfying fans who love their core elements. This release also shows how good they are at making use of a limited amount of time to still make a big impact.
Morgan Ywain Evans