Hallucinations of a pristine world
Fields piled high with two legged pollution, technological slime
Monuments of fruitless labor, Accomplishments to fear or envy
I feel neither for them
Or any who consent to bend a single fucking knee
Shatter the structure
All out warfare
Primitive nature
Burn the social ladder
I am free, I can breathe
I'm in control of all I see
Mass extinction
Revenge was swift
I am god in this reality
With a wave of my hand
They writhe and twist
Crippled contorted forms
Laughter rings out
In the kings court
Pain of Population
My magnum Opus
Pain of Population
Mass extinction
The UK four-piece summon the ghosts of metal past to create an unsparing album that's unmistakably contemporary. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 30, 2022