experimental industrial glitch metal
Lyrics
City bleeds slow slow slow
Rust scent on the air air air
A commodity
Flesh becomes a ware
The brand on my skin skin skin
A map for his eyes eyes eyes
Just another night
Beneath psycho-skies
He smells of sterile rot rot rot
And righteous decay
He points. I am chosen
Another debt to pay
His coin hits the table table table
A cold, final sound
I am hollowed out
Buried in the ground
This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you
Her name is a flower flower flower
In this sewer of ours ours ours
Her terror is so sweet
He’ll devour it for hours
Into the rusted room room room
Walls sweat with old sin sin sin
"Show me a good time!
Let the lesson begin!"
I whisper to her soul:
"Just become a doll!
Let your mind go blank
before you lose it all"
His voice is a wet thing thing thing
Slithering with need need
He wants my mouth on her
To plant a poison seed
This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you
