I got nothin' against you, I don't even know your name,
But I gotta do something you're not gonna like, my friend,
I'm gonna bathe
They gave me your picture, and directions to your house,
And I'm sneakin' in quiet, just as quietly as a mouse,
And I'm gonna bathe in your arterial spray
I was hopeless and lost, in a padded room all alone,
When the government came and they gave me a brand new home,
And I get paid,
A job and position, and oh, how I get paid,
I cut the fuckin' throats, they clean up the blood that gets sprayed
So I'm gonna bathe in your arterial spray
well, aside from that our saucy rhythm guitarist (Christian deMise) moonlights with Brutal Youth as its schizophrenically-pacing vocalist, both bands are fucking awesome. Melodic hardcore at its best. The Satans