We are in the tour, partying as we can and there is a gig with a dumb slow pussy bands so nobody wanna stay at the merch table. But we need money for gas to kick ass in another city...
lyrics
We came to club and we are high
We supposed to drink but we need to decide
One of us needs to spend whole night
Trading with the merch nobody will buy
The bands of today its a total shit
They are playing slow, but we love the speed
Who will sit on the merch tonight?
We can’t decide, ‘cos we are high
Who will trade with the merch?
Who will enjoy today bullshit bands?
Obscurity and a murk
Doom of a night is blind
We draw a lot, the price is high
Prisoner of merchandise is almost died
He needs to trade, he needs to sell
While other bandmates will turn into hell
The bullshit bands, oh why do they play?
Slow music makes me cry but I’m the man
The sound of shit is in my ears
I can’t see the coins, my eyes are in tears
I hate all pussies bands
I hate that bullshit gigs
I fill that I’m almost sick
I fill I need a doze of speed
I am prisoner
I am a business shit
My thrash beats inside
Satan free my heart
In my head I hear only cry
Those bitches on stage , ugh, let them die
My rights destroyed its not fun
For speed I’ll kill, in mosh I would die
Bitches off its time to play
I see Satans face, for the Lord we play
Master of lot, make me great again
Make I would not loose again and again!
credits
from Labyrinth,
released November 3, 2023
Ivan Semeschenko - Guitar and Bass
Anton Khomenko - Drums
Art Y. - vokils, lyric
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