CONVERGE
antithesis live
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Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind.
Govern me, kill thy master.
You will not enslave me.
The root is bitter but the fruit is sweet but not exempt from criticism.
Small pox friendship, you die I take.
You are the new slave.
Don't call me God because I don't have a disease.
What is cold to you is love to me.
Savior seething rolling you in.
Cherub in red said there's nothing to see here.
Hallowed be who art in heaven.
I refuse to call that fucker by name.
- Album:
- All We Love We Leave Behind
- Axe To Fall
- You Fail Me
- Jane Doe
- Deeper The Wound
- The Poacher Diaries
- When Forever Comes Crashing
- Caring and Killing
- Petitioning The Empty Sky
- Miscellaneous
- Converge / Napalm Death
- Split
- No Light Escapes
- All We Love We Leave Behind (Deluxe Edition)
- Converge / Napalm Death Split
- Smash
- On My Shield
- On My Shield - Single
- Converge / Dropdead Split
- Runaway