see me through
the night
low light lives
they bring ichorous flowers
of flux and black holding them up to see the blood rise
sticking their fingers in each others eyes
they carve away their shadows
lying bare in cadaverous light
and with squalid hearts debase
the tenderest embrace
and temp the mouth to bite
they bare their love like wounds
they hold their breath and swoon
he kisses her
she kisses back
flowers of blood and spleen and black
tongues that carve the blackest hours
limbs are pinioned by the bowers
to sink in squalid embrace
the tar they force their mouths to taste
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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