he shut up his eyes
and I disappeared
he he shut his eyes
oh that I might shut mine too
his true blood
flowed through my streets
and his breath
came through my windows
he turned his head
and murderous union
soaks in every bed
I am covered in lice
I am choked with waste
I am ornamented
in scum
and bile
and disgrace
he shut his eyes
oh that i could shut mine too
I am painted in mud
I am built from lust
once he walked my streets
but now my stones
are just bare stones
I am a harbour for
rats and pestilence
the men are just dogs
that eat from the table
and the women are just snakes
that strike from the shadows
my tears are urine
and my windows are wounds
my doorways are snares
my alleyways are cunts
that give birth to obscenities
wet with wine
the caul on their heads
are just children
ripped from their beds
who’s dreams were of venom
and vomit
and red
the curves of my arches
are the curves of a whore
oh god I wish I could close all my doors
there was an olive tree
that thrived in me
but now it’s covered in flame
there is no one left
who remembers your name
except me
you could see me even if
you just opened one eye
and ignored all the maggots
that bloomed into flies
the sky is all black
there’s nothing left of the blue
Vocals: haunted, and subversive. Guitars: splintered shrieks. Drum machine: grim, unrelenting nausea. Visceral noise, with a hook that gets stuck in in your throat. Just try spitting them out. Stranger Killings
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