The Poacher Diaries
Agoraphobic Nosebleed Lyrics

Bed of Flies all circumstance is sabotage that which does not kill us ma…
Center of the Hive encoded transmissions spun out of control bring the purging…
Destroyed i wage an unholy war against your fucked up soul…
Glass Tornado crawling over the bodies of your dead bastard children more …
Landfills of Extinct Possibility the clouds attacked slowly obscuring everything we took out…
Mantis the world looks like a finger painting done with broken han…