The crack pipe is my glans
And hype sticks other ones have
We ache with hormone appetite
But it's a civil ordinance
My acne scars are a blight?
Your rank descending
But I can't pop your cyst
That's because it doesn't exist
My tainted sacral stints
My zinc indigence
My daze is never quenched
My time is worthless
But I can't help this state
My self-control is swayed
No pitch
My pelvis leads the way
It's a loosh dispensery
Test breaks my will away
I'm giving it all away for free
From a-delt wave to a-bet
The apex of our brief existence
So all for this give everything
We're all a mess of pointless vermin
So quit your self-restraint, your sense of logic
Oh please won't you siphon my vril
Fill my aura with your thoughts of self-loathing
Your genes dictate a clump of cells
That make my breed-thing swell
Though it's poison-laced
Pop culture stuffs my face
While businessmen hold me in place
Why contain your lechery in a world so Kali Yuga?
Why would I break this make-believe in a world so Kali Yuga?
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