Lyrics Curb-Stomped - Strychnia

Curb-Stomped

So fed up with the ways of the world
Perceptive corruption
It’s time to let the violence level unleash
It’s time to bring the adversary to knee
Line up numbered sheep in file
Thousands no longer fit to live
The chosen excrement
To bite the curb awaiting final slaughter
Teeth clenching
Bones crack through pavement
World deafens
Fangs sharpened by the curb
Boot stomp caving in posterior of the skull
Severing of facial tissue boundless amentia
Curb-stomped