To Live and Die In New York City by Indecision

Crucifix Escapist

by Indecision· from To Live and Die In New York City

Dead souls rising to the jailers of the dying, hear our crying as we cast thy sinners DOWN. An Angel fell from Hell with its wings aflame... Having served my time in your Paradise of Torture and Despair... to play the harps of Sin -Crucifix Escapist. (And do you like it when you are eviscerated and your skin is pulled so tight over Jesus' was drums?)