You spill your drink, we spill your blood
We are the enforcers
Of the traditions of good times
Dark melodies beneath beer and rhymes
You fall to the floor
You've had a few to many
You fall to the floor
Now it's time for you to pay
And if you happen to see our shadow in your doorway
We are your spirits of death
Bitch had a BAC of one hundred percent
Couldn't hold her booze, now she's drinking with the devil
And if you happen to see our shadow in your doorway
We are your spirits of death
You can't run away
We know where you stay
Say your prayers with your last breath
You can't run away
We know where you stay
Our private parties will be your death
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022