In a dirt secluded dive
I’m going to pitch off my moral
As the girls who surround
And start to stripping down
Just the stifling smokesscreen why
All together are covered by
I hardly see the face before me
One thing is gliterring is the scythe
Tripping lines, perfect guides, Nothing matter
Day by day, goin' a drift
Increasing, gears shift
Black number, thirteen
Luckiest, verdict
Mydoom is that, goin' nap
Russian Roulette
The guy before me sitting down
Smiles at me, cause have fun
While he is taking out a gun
Talks to me with hoarse sound
Fill the clip and twirl the bullet
Just play and never mind the dead
Wound enriched sick addiction
Binding me the game of damned
Trippin' lines, perfect guides, Nothing matter
Day by day, goin' a drift
Increasing, gears shift
Black number, thirteen
Luckiest, verdict
My doom is that, going nap
Russian Roulette
At a table, facing reaper
Drinking my shot and pull the trigger
Once may winning is not in my hand
But for losing I don’t give a damn
Falling and rising are identic
No choice left to think about it
Rolling the life’s desecration
Without planned destination
Trippin' lines, perfect guides, Nothing matter
Day by day, goin' a drift
Increasing, gears shift
Black number, thirteen
Luckiest, verdict
Scalding lo-fi metal from RodtGod that puts a premium on immediacy and brutality, with terrifically bracing results. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2022