I own the light
I bend the night
I am the brick and the mortar
my left builds the bridge
my right gives the order
and i am steam
the night is lean
it’s meaning clear
I turn up my collar and disappear
the mouth will swallow up my suit
I am the color of any color
I will waltz with a woman
and she will forget my name
my seed will swim back to the earth
or cool and die on an indifferent thigh
I’ll hike up the dress of the evening
and have my way with the night.
the cracks are bigger than me
there is no name for what i bleed
her hand slips through my hand
she cannot see my sneer
I turn up my collar and I disappear
the rain cannot touch me
because i’m not there
I speak not
and sing not
for I drink no air
electricity dances on the grayest matter
the vault of my skull is the whole of the firmament
and the stars are the sparks that move me
there is a cobblestone alley
that runs through my chest
a boiler room pumps in the heart of my breast
the night is calm
the night is clear
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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