I’ve seen it happen more often than not.
I’ve learned the likes of you
are nothing but bad blood.
You’re nothing but bad blood.
Spread your disease.
Your thirst is the kind that can’t be quenched.
The lies and venom are dripping from your fangs.
Your days are counted and you’ve got nowhere to run.
Now watch me rise above and stomp out all the scum.
I won’t listen to the call of the viper.
I won’t heed the words of a liar.
I’ll have you screaming and pleading.
The end of it all is all that I’m seeing.
There’s nothing left for you to believe in,
so here’s to redemption
when the reaper comes reaping.
Suffer the pain, push on through.
I’ve made my amends and I’ve paid my dues.
I’ve accepted the truth.
Bad blood creeps through.
Iranian metal band Confess channel their struggles with political oppression and exile into cathartic, groovy thrash. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2022