Spray your brother's face with paint
Steal his TV, smash his vase
Leave him in a fetid waste
It's fortune you can't tolerate
Fawning is your default state
Crawling through the bayou
Deer in headlights seals his fate
And ends up as gatorbait
Uncle Tom would envy you
Pull that tie on strong
Carry that bloated corpse through the shopping mall
Bet your bottom dollar that you'll pay top dollar
For anything that makes you feel the power
Ever fleeting moment
Like you'd rip the jaws of life
Open if you wanted to
If it's what they wanted of you
Hide your face behind that mask
The algorithm knows your name
Whether or not you feel guilt
You'll all end up as gatorbait
Black, white, black, white
Why all in greyscale
Can't you comprehend any other way
This is what we get for fucking with the sick fucking animals
Uncle Tom would envy you
Pull that tie on strong
Carry that bloated corpse through the shopping mall
Bet your bottom dollar that you'll pay top dollar
For anything that makes you feel alive
Practice what you preach, practice what you preach
Practice what you preach, practice what you preach
Practice what you preach, practice what you preach
Practice what you preach, practice what you preach
Practice what you preach, practice what you preach
Practice what you preach, practice what you-
36 choice cuts - one from each 2015 LP, plus music from new signings on the mighty and 25-years-strong Relapse label. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2015