in a casket in her backpocket i feel my hands around my throat in middecember the TIRED MILLENNIUM will start to function like a GHOST resounding in my skull a body fractured a body ruined sometimes a bodys like a joke an image drowning in the hive of spirits concentric cries eccentric jolts there are things i cant admit there are things i cant allow the SPYDERS rising from the pit and slowly crawling out my mouth in an instant a million daggers cld borrow time to slit yr throat in the echo chamber snakes slither sleepless they reunite and lead a host of fornicating rays of light the body poisoned and without organs until the ocean claims us all a truth fragmented the fragments scattered lost in a pile of broken bones oh my lover wont you rings of SATURN as i decide to sink into the sun i shed my skin for wayward yearning and you write songs to RAISE THE DEAD walking backwards into new religion i DDDance the future on yr flesh oh my lover oh my atomic structure perennial sickness in my head
Though he was uncredited, Steve Albini was behind the boards on this noise rock classic from the forever feral Jesus Lizard. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2024
Alex Henry Foster again collaborates with Canadian-Japanese artist Momoka, who also translates the lyrics from English to Japanese. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2024