Beast takes a bite
And these wounds keep me pinned
To this body of spite
Keep me pinned to this weak frame
This weak frame of mind
I stare at the light
To punch holes in the night
And the beast takes a bite
I’m pinned to these words
Just as I’m pinned to this blight
This blight of body of mind
I’m stitched to this rind
Keep me stitched to this rind
God keep me stitched to this rind
Keep me stitched to this skin
Keep me safe from this night
That’s just the color of bright white light
Let the beast take his bite
Let these wounds bleed the light
Let these wounds bleed the light
Let these wounds weep out the light
Let these wounds weep out the night
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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