I really feel like dropping skulls, Got good shit to take, I fade, I am gonna fade, I am over this, I have my fix, Medicine Rules, I feel menacing, rotting through my face, Leaving my body for the buzz, Unstable in the brain, What the hell, when did I get here? So many John Does at my feet, I've watched them all die
Take a step back for a sec, try to breathe, I've got a shit memory...It's on your hands.
I'm fucked. Need my fix, I'm freaking out, I can't come clean.
Urgh, They preferred my head bleed, Oohh, Better free up a vein.
I never thought I'd amount up to anything, A man living for the fix, reap.
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This isn't your everyday brutal death metal. "Infecting The Swarm" has its own style, and it brings me joy to find a death metal band with a theme which is not that of death metal bands in general. With terms of music, it's absolute chaos. And yet there is a certain degree of order to it. The instruments fuse together, forming melodies that remains with the listener. And the vocals... It's bone crushing. 本能