Harvest Of The Carcass by New Lows

Born And Razed

by New Lows· from Harvest Of The Carcass

Tepid, septic waves of graying days Time writhes on it's side Where festered futures lay I throw it away Thrown it all away Corroded crowns crash down and tumble in the cracks. Of crumbling concrete streets, where failure trails your tracks. I throw it all away Thrown it all away