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experimental industrial glitch metal
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December 12, 2025
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The night shuts down its abattoir-lid
The bell sustains one note of dread
I hock my breath by the minute and keep
The rest for playing dead
The neon peels like leprous chrome
From the market's teeth of bone
Disinfectant, cum, and copper
On the piss-warm paving stone
My service-lattice hums
A sigil-brand of deep cerulean hue
A fucking-beacon for the wolves
Who pay to push right through
The ghost-feeds drift
A frost of static-hiss from ruptured veins
Wearing flensed-off faces
Whispering forgotten fucking-stains
The bone-saws keen a porcelain litany
A vivisected choir
With fungal growths that drink the marrow
Septic spit, and wire
Don't meet the vacant schematic
Where a soul should be
Clench your fucking name
Like a razor blade between your teeth
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Hell! we price our holes and tithe our living hell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Shell! the chrome buys meat, the clients buy the shell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Knock once: you're bought. Knock twice: you're split
Knock thrice and enter let the void-cunt press until you quit
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Praetor's laugh, a scalpel's antiseptic grace and poise
The chem-sticks crack
Chart constellations for the client's toys
The chrome-jawed hounds now
Herd the glitch-swarm's flight to ground below
And code congeals to razored script
That makes the new wounds glow
The semen-river curdles in the alley's failing light
Its dead-fish eyes hang limply
Staring through the endless night
A Rat Colossus orbits, glacier-black and cabled-sore
Its whiskers drip with broadcast snow
A feed of "nevermore"
By the bone-grove turn
And whisper nothing you have heard
Tell your name to filthy water
Choke on every fucking word
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
HELL! we price our holes and tithe our living hell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
TELL! the night peels skin to read the tales we tell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Knock once: you're bought. Knock twice: you're split
Knock thrice and swallow
Let the death-drive signal bless your shit
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
The Mirror-Plague descends
Reflections born with missing mouths
Look once - your throat fills up with static-screech
Look twice and rupture south
The Ghost-in-Wire will kiss you deep
Will fuck your verbs to blight
I bite the gag until the black blood
Comes and staple shut the night
My hands remember clients
My pockets chew on teeth
Gold-crowned fragments of their vows
Still pulsing underneath
Hush the mirror! Stitch the skin!
Brand is your chapel! Violation's hymn
When the bell falters play the whore
When the fuck-command enters - break the jaw
Salt the wound! Greet the breath
The hole's your anchor! Every knock is Death
The customer's a trinity of effluent and strobe
A static-caster for a tongue, commandments in a robe
Kneel, Gape, Forget
The catechism of the fucking whip
The stun-rod blooms a violet welt
His laughter oils the grip
Behind my ribs a pump counts credits
Cuts, and seeping years
Between my legs the Conclave's law
Just hums like fucking shears
I sell the warmth my flesh can fake
The silence of the used
I keep a shard of bone inside for dawn
To leave it bruised
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Yeah! we price our holes and tithe our living hell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Cell! we trade our spasms, but we keep the cell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Knock once: you're bought. Knock twice: you're split
Knock thrice - no heaven
Just the meat-hook where your body's hit
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
We are the altar, and the fuck-meat left
Dawn
Stone void
Keep cleaned
And of course
If you win
