Scopedog from Orphan by Gridlink

Graveside manner shallow and quick, I hold onto this
Sharpening a laid open knife, objective years from now
Homeless memories scrounge for change, humming tunelessly
In the crush at exit, there's too many cameras just to kill my way out
No one does monsters better than us
In the jet lag between wars
Pollack the world with the blood of martyrs
Notches on the stock keeping score
Never let go of your dead, until the stage curtains fall
Words of consolation, are short term damage control
I'm holding you when you die, because I'm killing you
In your last, share your pain with someone who fucking cares
No haunted past, on my sleeve
Living and dying out of consequence
Used to death, short term pain
Dulled down by repetition
Firewood soaked in tears
Grey snow? Ashes fall

• Metal
• extreme metal
• grindcore
• hydra head
• speed
• thrash
• New Jersey