ANOTHER VICTIM - APOCALYPSE NOW

01 Judgement's Coming

02 Free In Constraint

03 Threat

04 Vicars Of Glutton Filth (Apocalypse Now)

05 A Lesson In Fear

06 Deconstruct The Roles

07 Untitled [Instrumental]

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I CAN'T STAND ALL THESE TOUGH GUY HARDCORE BANDS. THEY MAKE ME SEEM SLOW, WEAK, INCOMPETENT AND FAT. EVERY TIME I GOTO A HARDCORE SHOW THEY ASK ME HOW FAR ALONG'S MY OBESE BEER BABY. I GET PISSED OFF AND TELL THE SIXTEEN YEAR OLD NINJAS TO FUCK OFF AND STOP HARASSING ME. THEN THEY GET PISSED OFF AND KARATE CHOP MY ROLLS INTO EIGHTEEN DIFFERENT PIECES AND SELL THEM OUTSIDE AS STEAKS TO THE AFTER-PARTY BBQ. ALL GOES WELL UNTIL THE STRAIGHT EDGE VEGAN BANDS REALIZE I'M THE ONE SUPPLYING THE MEAT AND SLAMS ME INTO A BRICK WALL WITH THEIR TOURING VAN AND MAKES PANCAKES OUT OF ME INSTEAD.

I CAN'T STAND PEOPLE WHO ARE PREGNANT SUCH A YOUNG AGE. WHEN I WAS SIXTEEN I HAD A BEST FRIEND WHO'S PREGNANT WITH A KID. THE ONLY MYSTERY HERE IS, THAT MY BEST FRIEND IS A MAN. I WAS LIKE "DUDE, YOU'RE SIXTEEN AND PREGNANT... AND YOU'RE A GUY. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU DO IT?" HE RESPONDS BY PLUGGING A USB UP MY ASSHOLE AND INSTALLING A ROGUE PROGRAM CALLED "SCENE-DROME" THAT MADE ME PRODUCE OVARIES. BUT SEEING THAT I HAD NO VAGINA TO RELEASE THE OVULATION, I ENDED UP SHITTING OUT A BRAND NEW BASKET OF EGGS AT THE END OF EVERY MONTH. I SHAT THEM STRAIGHT INTO COSTCO AND WALMART BINS FOR THEM TO SELL AT A ULTRA-LOW PRICE, SO THAT HEALTHY INFANTS AND CHILDREN CAN INDULGE IN FOOD THAT COMES OUT OF MY IMMEDIATE ASSHOLE. AND THEN COUNTLESS AMERICANS WONDER WHY THEIR KIDS GROW UP TO BECOME SUCH FAT AND INCOMPETENT WASTES OF LIFE... ALL BECAUSE THEY'VE BEEN EATING MY OVULATED MAN-EGGS SINCE THEY WERE TWO YEARS OLD. HEY FAGGOTS, SUE ME.

I CAN'T STAND THIS HARDCORE SCENE ANY LONGER SO I TRIED CHANGING MY LANDSCAPE AND WENT TO A METAL SHOW. WORST FUCKING ALTERNATIVE DECISION EVER MADE. FIRST THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME WHEN I STEPPED IN WAS GETTING SOME HEADBANGER'S THIRTEEN INCH LONG HAIR SHOVED RIGHT IN MY MOUTH WHEN HE'S TWIRLING HIS HEAD IN THE CENTER OF THE PIT LIKE HE WAS BEING MOLESTED BY A GRANDFATHER NAMED TORNADO. AFTER ASPHYXIATING ON HIS HAIR FOR DAYS, I SPAT OUT A HAIRBALL THE SIZE OF MIKE TYSON'S TESTICLE: BIG, FILTHY AND DISEASED. JUST LIKE MOST METALHEADS WHO GETS KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT AT SHOWS WHEN THEY TRY TO PUSH MOSH TO HORRIBLE SHAI HULUD  COVERS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH MY GOD I HATE THE CURRENT STATE OF SCENES. SO I THINK I'M GOING TO DO WHAT THE AVERAGE RUN-OF-THE-MILL JOE DOES ABOUT IT: GO PUSH MOSH ABOUT IT LIKE A FUCKING FAGGOT.

GO BURY YOURSELF SIX FEET DEEP RIGHT BESIDE DEATHCORE IS SEXY YOU RETARDED MUSIC-PIRATING TRAMPS