1. Somebody Call Somebody2. Scum
3. Broken
4. Save Yourself
5. Famous Last Words
6. Have You Ever Had a Really Bad Day?
7. Just Like Johnny
8. Moment, The Sound, The Fury, The
9. Chances Aren't
10. Ending, The
BRIEF REVIEW:
NOT THAT I'VE EVER BOTHERED TO LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM (AS WELL AS ANY OTHER ON THIS FUCKING RIDICULOUS WEBSITE) BEFORE REVIEWING IT, BUT THE MINUTE I SAW THE ALBUM COVER, I HORKED WHILE FACING UP SO FUCKING HARD THAT MY CEILING HAS BEEN DRIPPING VOMIT FOR DAYS. WHAT A LOVELY PRECIPITATION GOING ON INSIDE OF MY WELFARE BUNGALO! FUCK YOU FORECASTS, I'VE GOT MY OWN FUCKING WEATHER SYSTEM GOING ON INSIDE OF MY OWN FAGGOT TERMITE-INFESTED HOUSE!
NOW I'M CURIOUS TO KNOW, WHY IS IT THAT EVERY MEDIOCRE METALCORE CRAP-ASS ACT HAVE TO HAVE AN ALBUM THAT LOOKS LIKE A VIRGIN SUFFOCATING UNDER A CURSED ANGEL'S PUTRID BOSSOM? DO YOU FUCKERS HAVE A FETISH FOR THAT SORT OF HEAVENLY SUPERNATURAL SHIT OR SOMETHING? DID YOU HAVE A BAD EXPERIENCE WITH THE PRIEST IN THE CONFESSION AND NOW HAVE UNBEARABLE FANTASIES OF BEING SODOMIZED BY GOD'S ALMIGHTY DICK? JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE UNABLE TO CONVEY YOUR THOUGHTS IN MUNDANE AND EVERYDAY ENGLISH WORDS, DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN YOU HAVE TO FUCKING DEPICT IT IN SOME SORT OF ANGELIC APOCALYPSE AS IF THE WORLD WE KNOW IS COMING TO AN END. MAYBE THE STATE OF YOUR HORRIBLE FUCKING GENRE, BUT LIFE GOES ON, TRUST ME. REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH FAGGOTRY IS INVOLVED WITHIN THE BREATHS YOU TAKE ON A DAILY FUCKING BASIS.
OH, AND STOP PAYING HALF A GRAND TO SOME UNDER-EMPLOYED GRAPHIC DESIGNER TO PROPEL HIS SEMEN STAINS ONTO THE MONITOR AND FOLLOWED BY TRACING THE MASTERBATORY STAINS ONTO PHOTOSHOP, IN THE PROGRESS OF DESIGNING WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING FAGGOT ALBUM COVER, YOU STUPID ASSHEADS. MAYBE THE IMAGERY YOUR DESIGN WON'T SEEM SO DARK AND SUFFOCATING IF THIS GUY FINALLY USED A COMPASS TO NAVIGATE HIMSELF TO THE STAIRCASE THAT WOULD LEAD TO (GASP!) THE OUTSIDE.
NOW I'M CURIOUS TO KNOW, WHY IS IT THAT EVERY MEDIOCRE METALCORE CRAP-ASS ACT HAVE TO HAVE AN ALBUM THAT LOOKS LIKE A VIRGIN SUFFOCATING UNDER A CURSED ANGEL'S PUTRID BOSSOM? DO YOU FUCKERS HAVE A FETISH FOR THAT SORT OF HEAVENLY SUPERNATURAL SHIT OR SOMETHING? DID YOU HAVE A BAD EXPERIENCE WITH THE PRIEST IN THE CONFESSION AND NOW HAVE UNBEARABLE FANTASIES OF BEING SODOMIZED BY GOD'S ALMIGHTY DICK? JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE UNABLE TO CONVEY YOUR THOUGHTS IN MUNDANE AND EVERYDAY ENGLISH WORDS, DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN YOU HAVE TO FUCKING DEPICT IT IN SOME SORT OF ANGELIC APOCALYPSE AS IF THE WORLD WE KNOW IS COMING TO AN END. MAYBE THE STATE OF YOUR HORRIBLE FUCKING GENRE, BUT LIFE GOES ON, TRUST ME. REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH FAGGOTRY IS INVOLVED WITHIN THE BREATHS YOU TAKE ON A DAILY FUCKING BASIS.
OH, AND STOP PAYING HALF A GRAND TO SOME UNDER-EMPLOYED GRAPHIC DESIGNER TO PROPEL HIS SEMEN STAINS ONTO THE MONITOR AND FOLLOWED BY TRACING THE MASTERBATORY STAINS ONTO PHOTOSHOP, IN THE PROGRESS OF DESIGNING WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING FAGGOT ALBUM COVER, YOU STUPID ASSHEADS. MAYBE THE IMAGERY YOUR DESIGN WON'T SEEM SO DARK AND SUFFOCATING IF THIS GUY FINALLY USED A COMPASS TO NAVIGATE HIMSELF TO THE STAIRCASE THAT WOULD LEAD TO (GASP!) THE OUTSIDE.
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