That’s right. From the upcoming album Ire Works. It doesn’t rock my balls off so much as it tears them off with its teeth and spits them into a blender, purees them into a smooth seminal shake and pours it down my throat. I then vomit the whole thing up all over myself in short sporadic bursts of blast beats and odd time signatures. Get your face fixed and your balls liquefied HERE.
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marxsbeard // September 13, 2007 at 3:02 am |
indeed. more awesome akwardly undanceable racket by these shit-throwing bastards.
Dillinger May Have Taken My Balls, But At Least They Helped Me Grow A Vagina To Replace Them « thejamminjabber // October 3, 2007 at 1:05 pm |
[...] Fix Your Face, Dillinger Escape Plan devastated my balls. Here was a song so intense, it vibrated my man-bits [...]
fuck yourself // November 3, 2007 at 8:42 pm |
hope the new as blood runs black, veil of maya and emmure records are keeping you content, you tasteless piece of shit faggot. die and rid of us your bad music choices.