I'm the machine that dreams
Electric caught my throat
Spewing blasphemies and violent musings
Third eye like a lighthouse
Let it shine
The radio is tumorous!
Burn the evidence
Cut the oxygen tanks
Divination in counter space
Like a stowaway
Brandishing your mind like a weapon
Command does not compute
I'd bet you'd open, craving all the pain whole
Learn to forge your will like a weapon
Open the new wound
You've got me all wrong
I've built a broken wall inside your chest
Your open but I don't want to see
You're free
You bleed
They've tried to restock the cage
Repose
Open the new wound
Ringside
Right by you
Pray the war ends soon
I'll never sleep again
Pray the war ends soon
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
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