The mark of the devil is found on your forehead,
and seen in the mirror, we all have one.
The sky is below us, but hell is approaching,
the heavens have broken, and they have won.
The streets are on fire, ignited by lighters,
in the hands of liars, so we all have one.
The sin is inviting, our worlds are colliding,
will we still all be here, when the day's done?


The BumHugs high-stakes music has the power to plummet to the deepest depths of hell, dragging you right down there with them. If someone played these songs at a funeral, sons and daughters would bow their sonically obliterated heads, and join their recently departed in a beatific wasteland. These rich, woozy compositions will enter your brain like tape worms and refuse to leave.



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