Credit long like medical
Bills, yeah I’m popping them pills
Whole lot of them
Feels like I’m coming down
Torpedo sized eyesight
I’m frizzy yet I am fine
Eyes red like satan I’m eye dried
Look into my third one
A black whole on earth son
Make me wanna go rob a bank with a nerf gun
Galaxy is compromised
My DNA is DMT down to every line
Im freaking out
All these shapes I’m eyeing out
third kind
burn the corpse inside yourself, destroy all of humankind
the evil knife that cut the palm and read it like story time
The story of the end and when it folds
Then you’ll know it
When the dust in the sky falls
Crust up in your eyeballs, wipe em out
How they gone ignore all your cop calls
If you've been craving something dark and gritty yet stylish and dancefloor-ready, this hard-edged industrial synth opus might fit the bill. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024