Some men prefer the lie
when the truth is stacking corpses
fifty thousand high.
Some romance the machine
when it gives a more authentic thought
than a human being.
Shot a body left it at our feet .
The lies that they told us took us took us deep.
I could swear that the reflection it wasn't me
and now a vision of it haunts us in our sleep.
A year goes by like it was just a day.
It's a half hearted, divided, ridiculous display.
The confidence and trust that you betray.
Fly a flag and pump your fist until they obey.
I smell sulfur on your breath.
Carve a reliquary image of a god.
Hate your, fake your mirage of a law.
The industrial rock heavyweights return with their first album in over 20 years, produced by John Fryer (Nine Inch Nails, Cocteau Twins). Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2022