This is for what you've done, your faults, your whorish ways. All turning into dust.
You can say goodbye, say farewell. Take your last fucking breath in these dying days.
You will never know what hit you.
You will never know my vicious play.
Now you know you shouldn't cross me.
Everything you got was love and praise.
Love and praise. And now your dead.
Love and praise. Blown up to shreds.
With a bomb vibrator blown to shreds.
Only a stupid slut could fall for such a thing.
They call it, bomb vibrator.
Invention gathered from the darkest of my dreams.
The horrid, bomb vibrator.
A weapon made with only vengeance as its plea.
The name is, bomb vibrator.
They call it, bomb vibrator.
Bomb. Bomb.
You will never know what hit you.
You will never know my vicious play.
Now you know you shouldn't cross me.
Everything you got was love and praise.
Only a stupid slut could fall for such a thing.
They call its, bomb vibrator.
Invention gathered from the darkest of my dreams.
The horrid, bomb vibrator.
They call it, bomb vibrator.
They call it, bomb vibrator.
Symphonic stuff in metal doesn’t make its way into my collection aside from a couple of early Cradle albums. The orch here though just ads to how huge this band sounds. It makes elements in the songs more immersive. There are plenty of breaks from orchestration where its in deathcore/slamming brutality mode. While not ignorant, the songs never play with time or get mathy making it accessible and memorable. Came out 2015? Impressed. Mitch Mitcherson