Hang me upside-down
Majestic waterfalls of my insides gone out and about
Feed me your life.
Bleed down to the sewers where the unseen congregate
We love our home where we purge the old and dying.
Don't touch me there.
The embryotic liquid cannot be wasted.
Pop goes the weasel in the place of fluid vibrations.
I love you. I am you.
Let us dance and paint our brains on the walls they built around us.
We shall teach them.
Brutal, battering industrial music from this Austin, TX, group rolls in like a thundercloud—pitch-black and threatening. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2016