I am the extermination syndicate
Bred to inflict damage upon the hearts of millions
A one man army, with a taste of blood
And the gleam of hell in my eye
Shaped by malevolence experienced first hand
You have no one to blame but yourselves
Your God exists, I know this to be true
But in this instance, there is no one to pray to
So where will you run when life becomes ruins and flesh lines these dying streets?
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Good clean Slam! Something about this album is a little juvenile. Some nice screeching, some twisted grooves, it checks out. Throw some more lows and gutturals in the next album for me, will ya? ClasSixxS