The Grove Lyrics & Chords By Nota Profana

Cattle in the slaughterhouse of the universe, a vast inter median of emotionless souls. Force fed liquid lithium, the esophagus begins to melt, pouring blood into the lungs. Your...read more

Cut the line I've heard the rest You'll never get me answering To the cold hand of the dying man Bred to take and to rape what the leavers left Oh come on. Show a little...read more

Instrumental ...read more