We see nothing for miles. Sunk ships through the isles. Clear pigment burns skin from some skeptical smiles. Bad form behaviorism retards rationalism. Soulless exorcism funds fundamentalism. So gimme good isms four more skepticism. Colon’s objectivism slows down metabolism. Since the sky hasn’t fallen yet remove your rib and place your bet. Watch beasts fuck on your TV set and try not to get upset. Bureaucrat sits on trial, hung with a shit eating smile. Fuck off forever. It will all be done in a while. Eat ribs till your stomach’s upset, puke up nothing and soak up old debt. Planes crash so I’ll just forget, fly back to Europe and you’ll be all set. Pray and get some free wisdom. Need a lot more consumerism? Re-route, then you can get the fuck out. Criticism had plenty of doubt. Pay for endless favoritism, then enters more narcissism. Never ever figure it out, while some fuck head makes the decision, the wrong incision.
Retox's third studio release Beneath California is available now.
The Los Angeles-based punk band currently consists of Justin Pearson (The Locust, Head Wound City, All …