None but crumbs stretched over thin.
Far off the mark, but far from done in.
Marking out a new low. Twisted sick scenarios.
Hide me in the lie. The ugliness inside.
I only fought for the blood loss.
Forgot. All for naught. Lost it.
Fragments combine.
Drag down the sky.
These are my hands
stained by deed.
Glass shard garnish a spectacular wreck
of tarnished commitment.
Trails laid are now converging.
I slip the noose once again.
Sometimes things have got to give.
You got to know when to move on.
Sometimes you must live to die.
You got to know when it's over.
See my footprints trailing behind.
Wet sand left to dry. Three times.
Abandonment. You left my side.
Tendons erect. A moment selected.
Nothing said. Stop this. Don't hesitate.
It's never too late.
This is my will. Time is the flesh.
on knees and singing intent.
Loosing defense,
save my regret.
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