Jander said, "If you remember, what was it that got you in to The
Shroud in the first place?"

Back in the roaring republic years, all my cheerleader friends and I
were bored, not much to do. I mean you can only finger fuck your
throat so many times before it get's boring vomitting forth vanity in
front of your muffy friends. Johnny, the quarterback and class
president was out drugging and date raping other cheerleaders, so I
had this thought...Listen to some dark music to give identity to my
macabre feelings brewing and stewing and festering inside my mind.
And voila, I found the shroud on a sisters's tribute album. All the
kewl kids were listening to the sisters, so i had to. And next thing
you know it, i was shooting dope and sucking dick for smack while
listening to the shroud.

Jander, or maybe participation is not necessary for those who
shouldn't speak in the first place.

Actually, your sound was refreshing despite the stereotypical garbled
sound of the early 90s. In fact you stood out all the more, with
some new blood watering down the same ol' shit that the same old
groups still regurgitate today.

But in refrain, maybe i shouldn't speak in the first place.