I brought destruction disrupted the sane deracinate all that gave you cephalic peace. Curled up tight in a ball worrying, shaking, freezing. Muttering to yourself “None of this shit’s real.”
Going in circles can’t stop screaming breeding chaos burning dreams. Wake it, bake it, take it, make it, mold it into the perfect form. Rape it, take it, love it, hate it, a new fucking bastard is born.
Look at the world I have created. You’re dying crying bleeding I love it. Left in the gutter you won’t be heard you’ll suffer.
The Australian punk band express their desire to invert and challenge the conventional in every aspect of their work. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 21, 2021