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A strange, somewhat grim vehicle of electropunk-inspired industrial pop nonsense. I've been told my lyrics verge on the slightly intense. With effortless underg
I'd love to sound more like :Wumpscut: or Katscan or someone like that but I'm afraid that's unlikely. I've spent too many years looking for proper industrial punk bands and the sort of hairy European misanthropes that float my boat, but come up empty, so I thought I'd do it myself. That said, I cringe listening to my own tunes - which unfortunately I've been known to do sometimes; possibly because they're all gloriously unhinged. I suppose Jandek and Suckdog are role models as well then. Does this break the 'evil Nihilistic bleakness' third wall a bit? I always wonder that about industrial and post-industrial groups. They all sound so sensible and dour. That said, I'd like to think my real life is somewhat grim, and I'm not just moaning on about Nazi zombies or cybernetic hookers or something. You get a lot of dental references in my stuff. Much as I try not to glorify it, that's probably because I've been known to chew sweet dripping fuck out of myself on occasion and would at least like to be allowed to complain about that decidedly unorthodox state of affairs occasionally. The attitude of Whitehouse, Brighter Death Now, Swans and Painslut filtered through the crappy techno pop bleepery of whatever modern toss I'm subconsciously influenced by, I suppose. Right, that's enough bands name-dropped. Just listen to it if you're curious.
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Genre
Electronic • Industrial
Author
Ben Power/Ben Power
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August 24, 2015
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MP3 5.4 MB • 128 kbps • 5:57
Lyrics
Cleaver Waiting Just for you Waiting till the end of time Waiting Just to see And still I’ve never seen you shine So scintillating So sublime The crystal noose around your throat Is pulling tighter every day And soon you’ll stumble Soon you’ll choke But first I have some words for you Gnashed up with nerves of whetted silk Like splinters flung at winter waves Like blood upon a sea of milk Like cobalt blue Like cobalt red Like moths around a dying star Like all the needles in your head Like all the things you say you are I will pull the nails from your hands and feet But I can’t pull them out of your eyes With kisses like blisters So sickly sweet You left me cold and dry Still you want me to chew through your carrion crust A falcon that measures one feather of soul Find that fragile young heart packed in black sawdust But the heart isn’t there Just that writhing hole Dirty hurt diva drunk on decay Some damage is done You’ve had your way Spinning around in this fever faith flux With point blank psychosis at its crux Dirty hurt diva drunk on decay Some damage is done I’ve had my way Spinning around in this fever faith flux With point blank psychosis at its crux Stick that thin, sharp beak through my virgin meat So subtle Seductive Narcissistic yet neat Tear through my muscles Devour my smile You've got me staked here groping guilt and denial I’ve swallowed your lies and I’ve puked up on pain I’ve taken your views and I’ve taken the blame I’d never just whisper the truth out instead It’s up to the dying to comfort the dead But I don’t know where we’ll walk now that die is cast Shall I scream of the good times that just didn’t last? Down the deepest fucking spiral of infinity’s curve I pray for the day you get what you deserve An eye for an eye And a lie for a lie Marinated in the filth that you so readily supply An eye for an eye And a lie for a lie Perhaps the only thing I know is that I wish you would die... An eye for an eye And a lie for a lie Marinated in the filth that you so readily supply An eye for an eye And a lie for a lie Perhaps the only thing I know is that I wish I would die... Dirty hurt diva drunk on decay Some damage is done You’ve had your way Spinning around in this fever faith flux With point blank psychosis at its crux Dirty hurt diva drunk on decay Some damage is done I’ve had my way Spinning around in this fever faith flux With point blank psychosis at its crux An eye for an eye And a lie for a lie Marinated in the filth that you so readily supply An eye for an eye And a lie for a lie Perhaps the only thing I know is that I wish you would die... An eye for an eye And a lie for a lie Marinated in the filth that you so readily supply An eye for an eye And a lie for a lie Perhaps the only truth is that I wish I would die...
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