Five Nines from S/T by Dirtbred

Only the monstrous anger of the guns
Will patter out their hasty orisions

in all my dreams he lunges at me
Choking, guttering and drowning

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags
We cursed through the sludge
But limped on, blood-shod

in all my dreams he lunges at me
Choking, guttering and drowning

All went lame, all went blind
Of outstripped five-nines that dropped behind

in all my dreams he lunges at me
Choking, guttering and drowning

If you could hear the blood
Gurgling from the corrupted lungs
Obscene as cancer, bitter as cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tougues

Five-Nines.

• Metal
• death
• political
• punk
• thrash
• regina