Lyrics

“PHANTOM PAIN”

I want you to hurt like me, so you will understand. True horror like me. Cowering under the dust from your serrated wings and rapturous call.

The conifers line the model homes made of sage. Triangular edges adorned with days of spoil, framing loss. Hope followed Composure in the exit of muses.

“SCARS THAT MATCH”

Retrace second-hand movements in a staircase wit. Mercurial heights and gasping fits. A death-grip wrist opened. Desperation can use my body, to hedonic rosing. Pulled close for mercy but never complete.

“WAS/WERE” (single)

Our feet never touched the ground. How we still sway so low, so close. There’s a tension on the line from trying to live as virga. Choruses of pointed thoughts at our heels. Eating the end to stand again.

“AGONY OVER BITTERNESS” (single)

Coded barbs that will catch your silk. Bleeding out with true blue lights. With our wreckage and all our  worth. Calm, quiet, safe. We are only alive in those weak filaments, and I lost your voice.

“RIGHTS OF BODIES” (single)
Repeating divisions, reversing decisions.
A vertical Hell in immured cognitions. Oh, Father. So…
Constant biting down grounds fleeing misery.
So we bought God’s kiss, and his overpriced rosary.

“IRON BATH” (single)

Reshaped aperture, we willed it so (willed it so). In that lovely flinch, in total submission. Bridled silver cord and perigee-be the only lull (be the only lull).

“IN PARALLEL PRIME”

Lost in a detachment I can’t clean away. So run the valley in this pure Theta state. Just stay here. For the shrines and misplaced hopes.

“ALWAYS HAUNTED” 

A final suspension of impatient crests, no tides clot for this. Always haunted in deep fractures that expose these monolithic frames of disgust.

DEAD LEAVES COVER US ALL

“This Broken Back”
Reanimated binary thoughts, coated in altars of shiver waves and pulled from stone.

“Terror v Trauma”
The seas now offending this tomb. More than just terror and trauma. Deeper than a scarring cut. They are following the trail of skin I’ve shed and breaths I’ve held. Still home sick for the cirrus clouds.

“Intrusion Prone”
Let me in. Hide the trophy tell at all costs and dangers of you. Be certain this moment never relives on your lips. Let me in.

ASH & BONE

“Crux“

Hand over open hand, rotting out.

Two foreign bodies sigh, coughing up blood diamonds.

Sold with teeth and nails, bought with gilded years.

Reverberating in their jaws.

“Breathing Room“

Castrate the evergreen.

Cutting off at the pass,

so the body horror that spoils,

will lock out our knees.

A hydra buried and hidden under a perverted regret.

These are lost conditions.

Tamed with life staining serrations.

“Blkd“

Blurred and blocked out lines and features.

Hair standing tall on purchased skin.

Quivering faintly like a weak death.

Cracking open the armor of promises,

deny until it crushes all things.

What will not be, shall own you.

“Ash & Bone“

They slid through the cracks.

Those in between my ribs and used them like rungs.

Clutching or dropping pearls,

as funeral roses crash.

There’s a pattern of cuts along the cloud break.

Now cast away the same stale driver,

of this ash and bone.

TORTURE MOANS 

“Hour 5 pt. 2”

Much further than spitting on your grave…
This is fucking true loves on your casket.

FIVE HOWLS

“Bonehugger”

“You smell of the blessed ground I buried you in. The overturned soil is tide worn but fresh. Rusted atonements shall not be in a focused lens”.

“Fever Dream”

That heat lightening keeps true rest unaware of me. I can’t see you.
Sadist’s binge of the most crimson wet fever dream. I can’t save you.

“Seattle Crime Scenes”

From the salt of the Earth, to the fat of the land…
Nothing greater, nothing more.
Here I stand, braced in this brilliant shock…
Just like before.
Nothing greater, nothing more.

“Andromeda Knot” (single)

What the roots take in, the leaves will show. Twitching in rest. Coursing a frenzied speech and the opened neck it shows. Glass shard vessel cuts and the opiate milk that flows. As they writhe in friction burns.

“Coma Still” (single)

Ocean legs that are bondage firm. Under a great weight, under a blotted form. Both collapse my ribs, both collapse my lungs.

“Hesitation Marks” (single)

There’s hesitation marks on my palms, from putting black and white to proper use. The divorce of body from limb. Pushing past taut barriers, skittering across blushing waves and conical depths. Bearing down, we mouth along with it all. Under the floods, there’s hesitation marks.

“Silk Headdress” (single)

Echoes suspended, bending my cartilage like a murmur. Flexing streams of what could part, vision struggles (struggles at a retreating sweetness). Fold into something smaller, weightless (enough so even light passes through me). Leaving bruises of time lost. The overflowing well is sirening.

“Cherry Moon” (single)

While mothers cover their eyes. Locking the broken doors, clearing the damning tracks. In famines we are dogs, in poverty we are rats. Pristine beyond pristine. Hints of obsession, notes of worsening faults. Cherry moon-as you cry out, I cry out.

“Wound Girl” (single)

Stillborn eyes rolling back. The battered wound girl still heaving. Dull bindings with claret reins still tightening.

“B.T.W.K.A.R.”  (w/NOXIOUS UPSURGE RECORDS)

Exacting the fine point contact. Together we admit that gray edge and billow ribbons of oil. Three goddesses lifting their dresses. Untying their wrists and stomping on the teeth made of coral.

“My Rape Whistle Has A Muzzle Flash” (w/THE HIRS COLLECTIVE)

It’s those curves. Drifting and floating on vapors of perfume. Imaging the texture, it’s all too much. Muscle groups arching. Peeled back the understanding of control.

“BROKEN AGAIN” (w/444iiiop)

The memory wilting under duress. Outdated waves of pyramids pulse. Coal burning antrums and vents. I gave but I must still give wholly. Unfamiliar clamps damn watersheds. Convulsive Father, let the shock calm me before my fat is butchered.  I was once alive as the sky but now I die in thunder under neon crosses.