The essence of this sullen skin
Contemplate the sudden instances
Well, if they say "whether we spin it this way, what are we evincing?",
We assay the present mis-mix complete
The wills that grant
This inquest
They're the wills that clash
We're the worthless
My head's this frothing mass of volt-sense
Existence
Unexceeding outside
Mind, honing
Sieving the mess
The best this indignance can dispense
But this holds me on the brink
If we just fade away when we cease
Why send this
Through my aspects,
With this specific set of back scenes,
These happenings?
Arbitrare, the false king
Where is the binding between this logic, this vacance?
They weave this virgin-apple myth,
Conniving business
The hints, the semblance
Maybe they've hid this
The things they say
The tricks, they're at our expense
Their malfeasance feeds
Our nescience
The nodes of something seldom-seen
Egoing witness
They fake the distance
And that's your business
A raucous adventure through noise, no wave, off-kilter DIY prog, and the absurdist side of post-punk from Pagan Athletes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2023