Baroness, Red album.
Strung up from the heart up kept up without a legup son you done fucked up. A leaver, kelp believer, silver retriever, crank conceiver. A best believe. The lie and leave. A massive grieve. Watery grave, wandering slave full of liquor, how brave. Withering husk, beauty's dusk, omnipotent rust. Falling flowers, fist full of power, silent and sour. Ignore the devil, incredible revel, leaderless rebels line up around the dump truck full fucked sans luck half grins, gun toting gin soaked sinners broken backed steeds givers solving takers. Deep toker. Real deal real life shit joker. Real enough the reels enough for me.