Armageddon from Nassau by Nassau

All that time to set this up, so let’s see how well it goes down
This is appalling my calling is running out
Let’s settle our differences and cast aside our doubts
There’s no use caring on failing it’s over now

Three chords to a riff, can you tell what it is yet
Play guitar and sit, you’ll be singing to your mother next
You can always quit and try to start a punk band
A blast beat always fits motherfucker, when you can’t write worth shit

Stroke that ego
This is your calling, you can’t sit it out
Your hand is cramping, this is Armageddon
Let’s lift a glass, as it all burns

Cant riff, can’t write
Percussion’s three minutes out of time
Damp the lead, those whispered screams
If it’s out of sight, it’s out of mind
Stick to your theme
You look more like a clothing line
Once they're keen, you sell the dream
Treasure those priorities

Imagine all the people, innocent despite
When you're not playing you're breaking your own wife
Still waiting for something new
Yet somehow rehashed shit is all I can hear
...And fuck your dub step

Flash your fathers cash, the suburban ganglands
Oregano Kush, and that’s probably your neighbours car
Tell us how it hurts, because mommy wanted an abortion
So desperate for work, you wear your own bands shirt

Stroke that ego
This is your calling, you can’t sit it out
This is a culling, this is Armageddon
Lets lift a glass, as it all burns down

I forgot what to say… It all sounds the same anyway
Try to figure it out, to be let down

And then the Blues
Waiting on the wrong side of life
Well I know I can always rely on that slide
Oh my fucking god, upon that slide
Jesus fucking Christ, that slide

Let’s live. Let’s learn
It’s all the same, Armageddon
…You’re breaking your own mind


~Armageddon est ages~

• Death Metal
• Melodic
• Metal
• Progressive
• Technical
• mixed genre
• Edinburgh