Ashly
Ashly
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you see
Are you satisfied
With me
Standing
On my fucking knees
Like this
Why wont you
Tell me
I wanna know it
please
Ashly
Ashly
Always late
At class
All dudes
Would die
If they could eat her ass
She not a goth bitch
She got some godly features
Bags under eyes
Partied whole night
They realise
Likely still high
Highheels hit the floor
talking stops
Once Ashly at the door
The rotten cake
My eyes taste
Always craving for more
Silent but not dead
Fed up with her head
Funeral fashion
Passion for drugs
Be it geek or thug
One look get you trapped
Ashly why wont you stop
Is that an angel
Or a Demonic thot
Grabing me by my fucking throat
Youre driving me mad
Baby, what you just said
Was it mascara
Or massacre
Can I suck on
Your fingertips
If not
Im gonna cut
All of my
Fucking limbs
Her drylips
Murmuring
Kill if you want simple a kiss
If that is what my lady wants
Ill murder every single one
What would you like
Old fashioned gun
Or knife or and axe
Or none
My bare hands are ready
It can all be done
Just whisper that you want em dead
Just whisper that you want em all dead
Good clean Slam! Something about this album is a little juvenile. Some nice screeching, some twisted grooves, it checks out. Throw some more lows and gutturals in the next album for me, will ya? ClasSixxS
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022