Upstairs around where I wrote a song,
About where I loved laying.
Grey bathwater filled with my hair,
Filled with my body.
This is just some lost race carved in upright knees,
Where soft smiles lie alone.
Shackled to rope, watch me go as the birds dart.
Why can’t we just stop?
This album is filthy as fuck! It's a reminder of the dirge that's my hometown of NOLA (I live in Seattle, now) and the grimey metal scene that comes from bowels of the city! RONIN KILGANNON feat. INTERLOPER