New drop... yeah I went full savage mode Back to the trenches where it all started. Metal blood, no leash, no polish. Off the upcoming album "OUTLAW PRIMITIVE" Primitive riffs. Outlaw soul. Droppin May 1st. This one's "Fightin' A War" Pure chaos, war-worn scars, frayed edges... battles they don't show on the news. Grit-soaked riffs, static-drenched noise, zero filter. d I was locked in duckin' live rounds while my wife knew I was mission-focused... that psychic bitch I wrote about? Yeah she was tryna mind-fuck me, pull me from my family like a weak-ass succubus. Now I see exactly what game you ran, hoe. Too late. This one don't just hit... it leaves wounds.more

Track #8 on Under The Surface Level (coming soon) Lyrics: Let me tell you about That fake light in the sky You can’t look at directly Without going blind They don’t want you to know They’re watching you sleep Your whole life’s a commercial For Cage-Free Human Meat The heat’s an illusion, it’s cool on the inside Fly too close to the sun and you might have a nice time Solar flares are inhabitants opening blinds Floaters are spasms, their marks map the spine Glitching hidden spikes simulating designs That squiggly line in your eye's just a guide All dimensions are tied to lost universe five The sun’s hollow inside Don’t take my word for it Give space a try Pass the belts and commit Eventually you’ll hit A big orange ball Float towards the light Till you pass the fourth wall Optical nerves act up when you stare Like your brain can’t keep up with the 3rd degree snare The photosphere filter is overexposed You’re not supposed to see depth when it glows Extraterrestrials wear human clothes Look closer to see less, swear that’s all I know The core is no more Than a wormhole in time Past, present and future Exist side by side Driving life through death In dark spiraling loops Where plots have no point And the film watches you The sun’s hollow inside Don’t take my word for it Give space a try Pass the belts and commit Eventually you’ll hit A big orange ball Float towards the light Till you pass the fourth wall Let me tell you about That fake light in the sky You can’t look at directly Without going blind They don’t want you to know They’re watching you sleep Your whole life’s a commercial For Cage-Free Human Meatmore