1 Fast Forward To 20122 Speak Of The Devil
3 The Danger In Starting A Fire
4 The Plot To Bomb The Panhandle
5 Monument
6 The Price We Pay
7 Colder Than My Heart, If You Can Imagine
8 Show 'Em The Ropes
9 A Shot In The Dark
10 Here's To The Past
11 I Heard It's The Softest Thing Ever
12 Start The Shooting
13 Heartless (Bonus Track)
14 You Should've Of Killed Me When You Had The Chance
15 Since U Been Gone (Bonus Tracks)
16 Why Walk On Water, When We've Got Boats (Bonus Tracks)
BRIEF REVIEW:
USUALLY FOR ANY HARDCORE BAND THAT HAS TO RESORT TO RE-RELEASING A SOPHOMORE ALBUM FOR A SECOND TIME WOULD SUGGEST THAT THE BAND NEEDS TO QUIT ITSELF IMMEDIATELY AND ENROLL BACK INTO COMMUNITY COLLEGE, BUT HOLY SHIT, I HAVE SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR THIS ALBUM THAT MY BOWEL AUTOMATICALLY OPENS WHEN THE VIBRATION OF THESE TRACKS COME NEAR THE VISCINITY OF MY AROUSED ANUS. ESPECIALLY THE VERY LAST TRACK, A DEFINITE RECOMMENDATION. IT'S ALSO TRUE AS WELL, IF JESUS WAS AWARE OF THIS MODEST ADVICE HE WOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN THE PRETENTIOUS FAGGOT HE CLAIMED TO BE.
I MEAN COME ON, HIS BIRTH WAS CONCEIVED FROM A FUCKING VIRGIN? GIVE ME A BREAK. MARY WAS PROBABLY THE FUCKING FAMOUS VILLAGE PROSTITUTE WHO WAS SO VICIOUSLY RAPED BY A FOREIGN TOURIST ONE NIGHT AND BATTERED OVER THE HEAD SO SEVERELY THAT SHE FELL INTO A COMA FOR EIGHT MONTHS, AND WOKE UP AS A COMPLETE AMNESIAC. THE VILLAGERS, UPON ATTEMPTING TO MAKE HER FEEL AS GOOD AS NEW SO THEY CAN VICIOUSLY FORNICATE HER IN MORE POSITIONS THAN A SUPERBOWL FOOTBALL GAME, THEY LIED TO HER AND COMPLETELY FABRICATED HER PAST AS A SOMEONE WHO LIVED A LIFE. OF PURITY HAHAHAHA. NEXT THING YOU KNOW, A HIDEOUS LITTLE DUCKLING WAS SQUATTED OUT FROM HER FOUL-ODOURED VAGINAL TUNNEL AT 68 MILES PER HOUR, KILLING THE NEAREST FARM ANIMAL ACROSS FROM THE NURSING HOSPITAL! SINLESS? MY FUCKING HAIRY ASSHOLE! RELIGION SERVES AS NOTHING MORE THAN JUST THE OPIATE OF THE MASSES, YOU DELUSIONAL GOD-LOVING SLAVES OF A CREATIONIST NATION!
THE FIRST THING I'LL DELIGHTFULLY DO WHEN I'M TRANSPORTED TO HELL, IS TO STICK MY HEAD UP LUCIFER'S DICKHOLE IN ORDER TO FEEL THE WRATH OF HIS MONUMENTAL FLAMETHROWER THAT I'VE AWED SO MUCH IN THIS PRESENT LIFETIME. LEAST IT FEELS LIKE A FUCKING HOT SWEATY MAN-ORGY DOWN HERE IN THIS FREE BLASPHEMOUS SAUNA... WHAT'S THE TEMPERATURE UP THERE IN HEAVEN? -89 FAHRENHEIT? HAVE FUN STEPPING ON PENGUIN SHIT FOR AN AFTERLIFE, YOU STUPID CONSERVATIVE PIECES OF BIBLE THUMPING WHITE INBREDS.
I MEAN COME ON, HIS BIRTH WAS CONCEIVED FROM A FUCKING VIRGIN? GIVE ME A BREAK. MARY WAS PROBABLY THE FUCKING FAMOUS VILLAGE PROSTITUTE WHO WAS SO VICIOUSLY RAPED BY A FOREIGN TOURIST ONE NIGHT AND BATTERED OVER THE HEAD SO SEVERELY THAT SHE FELL INTO A COMA FOR EIGHT MONTHS, AND WOKE UP AS A COMPLETE AMNESIAC. THE VILLAGERS, UPON ATTEMPTING TO MAKE HER FEEL AS GOOD AS NEW SO THEY CAN VICIOUSLY FORNICATE HER IN MORE POSITIONS THAN A SUPERBOWL FOOTBALL GAME, THEY LIED TO HER AND COMPLETELY FABRICATED HER PAST AS A SOMEONE WHO LIVED A LIFE. OF PURITY HAHAHAHA. NEXT THING YOU KNOW, A HIDEOUS LITTLE DUCKLING WAS SQUATTED OUT FROM HER FOUL-ODOURED VAGINAL TUNNEL AT 68 MILES PER HOUR, KILLING THE NEAREST FARM ANIMAL ACROSS FROM THE NURSING HOSPITAL! SINLESS? MY FUCKING HAIRY ASSHOLE! RELIGION SERVES AS NOTHING MORE THAN JUST THE OPIATE OF THE MASSES, YOU DELUSIONAL GOD-LOVING SLAVES OF A CREATIONIST NATION!
THE FIRST THING I'LL DELIGHTFULLY DO WHEN I'M TRANSPORTED TO HELL, IS TO STICK MY HEAD UP LUCIFER'S DICKHOLE IN ORDER TO FEEL THE WRATH OF HIS MONUMENTAL FLAMETHROWER THAT I'VE AWED SO MUCH IN THIS PRESENT LIFETIME. LEAST IT FEELS LIKE A FUCKING HOT SWEATY MAN-ORGY DOWN HERE IN THIS FREE BLASPHEMOUS SAUNA... WHAT'S THE TEMPERATURE UP THERE IN HEAVEN? -89 FAHRENHEIT? HAVE FUN STEPPING ON PENGUIN SHIT FOR AN AFTERLIFE, YOU STUPID CONSERVATIVE PIECES OF BIBLE THUMPING WHITE INBREDS.
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