i’m a simple man no amusements anymore one foot out the door can’t remember which all alone but i’m dying trying to hide in a line out of time my design nothing left to learn / got eyes in the back of my head i’m blind all they see’s my own brain everything makes too much sense this is how the world ends my tongue turning on me all my words come out diseased rot in my own rhythms heads a fucking slum i can’t see my hands inside out they’re turning back pulling out the innards nothing left to learn
supported by 24 fans who also own “Nothing Left to Learn”
Truly a record that never gets old. Quite the opposite, it ages so well I finally decided to purchase it. Can't get enough of that piercing noise that runs wild start to finish, uninterrupted. grysom
supported by 23 fans who also own “Nothing Left to Learn”
Showed the live version of "notha thang" to my mom and she wasn't too happy about it. I could tell that by the way she had a vacant look on her face. BPad