Red eyed pugilist with a metal fist.
Devour the afterbirth leave no trace of it.
It's hard to manage subtly and discretion
when your punctuation comes from the muzzle of a Smith and Wesson.
Every time he rolls the dice it's been coming up snake eyes.
Firing blanks into the unblinking eye.
All you taste is mud my child.
Blade in hand concealed sympathies.
Hold still. Open up to me.
You're not cutting to set me free.
You're just cutting to see me bleed.
It's a sly future. Content to descend.
Remove yourself. Reject intent.
I'm not an elitist. I'm a defeated jesus.
Overslept my resurrection and skipped my confession.
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