Birdseason Lyrics & Chords By The Gentle Art Of Chokin'

No nails in your hands, but they're forced in the dirt. Witless. Docile. Dragged with the herd. You bathe in blood. You scum, you worthless swine. Guilty where you stand....read more

Cancer of a concept. My thoughts; a eulogy. Leech in my lungs I can't exhale. Answers out of fear. Better a hole in my head than this nihilism. Colors bleed, the charm of...read more

Caged, cut. Breed, bleed. Teeth stained red, grave of a body. Life of misery. We are the vermin. Defending genocide, grim ritual. Under the knife or on your plate, murder...read more

First to speak up Last to stand up Running your mouth Breaking no ground Spewing the same Self righteous shit Point your finger Listen to nothing Take all you can ...read more

Eyes pried open, praying to cope with being the prey of no one. Wanting to feel the weight lifted when you kneel. Clouds crushing my chest, crawling on my hands Dirt in...read more