I’m the war in your head, truth be told I'm a demon bred
Skulking round these old thoughts, a love junkie that I’d never cross
The witching hour is upon us now, sound the alarms in our crossing town
We travel along these old roads, behind us everything will decompose
We never looked up until it was all ablaze
A Dusty cold figure that left us no space
I'm on, say it just one more time
I’m the war in your head, truth be told I'm a demon bred
Skulking round these old thoughts, a love junkie that I’d never cross
The witching hour is upon us now, sound the alarms in our crossing town
We travel along these old roads, behind us everything will decompose
We have the answer that keeps us all ill
A painted out picture, all for a thrill
I tired of just wishing I’d see you in hell
So count all these faces, and places I dwell
Just cut the ties that hold the weight
I wanted freedom dreams and faith
Priced and pillaged for the score
These senile victims nothing more
I purged on that note that made me sick
I'm the war in your head, truth be told I'm a demon bred
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This album is packed to the brim with content. Every track is a unique journey, and seems to correspondingly reflect different influences. Fans of seminal mathcore bands like Converge, Botch, and Every Time I Die won't wanna miss this. To quote one of our users: "Best $1 ever spent." Christian Segerstrom