Sicken, rotting of the inner self
Weaken, backwards thinking mental health
Further, into realms of dark creation
Brother, save me from procrastination
Futile, breathing ash into the lungs
Sicken, sickened more than anyone
I'm sick to the back teeth
I'm sick to the back teeth
Acid, paralysing muscle reflex
Rancid, violent dilapidation
Gruelling, the struggle for the next step
Mourning, every day I've wasted
Cold hand, grasping out to cure my brain
Sicken, can't you see how sick I am?
I'm sick to the back teeth
I'm sick to the back teeth
I'm sick to the back teeth
I'm sick to the back teeth
Sick, sick, sick, sick
I'm sick to the back teeth
Can't you see how sick I am?
credits
from Suffocator,
released April 20, 2019
Written by William Robertson
Lyrics by William Robertson, Oliver Wardell & Jack Batcharj
supported by 10 fans who also own “Sick To The Back Teeth”
Pretty much the best Black/Speed Metal I've listened to since I learned about Evil Invaders and Vulture. Everything you'd love to be reminded of about this musical era is there. The influences are what you'd expect too: Motörhead, Venom, Bathory, early Slayer, Celtic Frost; aggressive vocals, tortured guitar solos, pounding drums; everything is fast, clear and still a little grimy, but without reverb cranked up to the max. Amazing band, amazing album. Odiumediae