I'll start a fire or two until the old broad comes to water it down
That vampiric gaze got me misbehaving again
When the engine spoils and the casket shakes
I'll keep my conscience on tilt
We're the ne'er do wells with our filthy hands in the silver again
I'll put the cult in culture
The conversation is circling the cubical and going nowhere
If I let guard down the taste will foul
In your garden we'll twist and intertwine
Lovers collide
Dead and gone
It taste like an empty womb
Thorax and exit wound
Chime in the silence
A reverie sincere
Oh my love what have you done?
Crisscross your heart like notes carved in a tree
Oh my love what have you done
Again
If hell is at our door
There's no time left
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A deep dive into the emotional landscape of Greg Puciato. Seamlessly going from raw harshness to the complete opposite and back. Average Tween Wave Enjoyer
supported by 68 fans who also own “Conscience on Tilt”
One of the most unsettling albums i have heard in a while. Chat Pile creates a grotesque blend of noise and groove that brings me back everytime. scarface6204
The stygian duo explore themes of gender dysphoria and oppressive institutions through sludgy doom with a pitch-black underbelly. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2021