Sunshine burns my skin. Flowers give me a rash.
Can I come inside? What's that I hear? Climax will be reached. Let me in your ears.
Vibrations of the larynx. Soundwaves of pleasure. I wish to unload this "loot" I call "treasure."
Handcuff me to the bed. Tickle me until I pee. I want to bathe in you. I want you inside me.
Dance on these graves. Dig them up as we please. Let out a screech. Roll around in disease.
I want to know what it is to die.
Sunshine and flowers, thy power is mine.
Brutal, battering industrial music from this Austin, TX, group rolls in like a thundercloud—pitch-black and threatening. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2016