Glaciers in my guts
As the crows feast upon
My open wounds, leaking pus
Frost mixed with rotting blood
War drums pounding nearby
The scorching scent reaching
the skies
She approaches,
Whispering lies
Put my carcass between
Her thighs
Shattering my jaw of glass
Drinking me like ichor
Fingernails penetrating
She says “Oh my whore”
The dirt digging in my heart
Her voice the warmth
That sustains
I can’t take this anymore
Release me from my pain
She consumes me like nectar
I am obedient to my last breath
I have been raped
From the fires you made
I have been raped
From the lies you’ve contained
Let the boreal burn
Let the boreal burn
Let the boreal burn
Let the boreal burn
My muscles
Regain strength
My torso slit melds once more
With open wounds I pounce
And make her my whore
Her land is mine to defile
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A worthy successor to Your Dystopia, My Utopia.
The title track is a chewy, distorted, fucked up love letter to 2020. The final track a re-imagining of the now 30 year old FLA's Digital Tension Dementia.
Discordia
Delightfully manic dance music from British producer Patrick Tipler where worked-up rhythms collide with high-intensity synths. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 4, 2021
All proceeds from this album of richly textured, politically charged electronic music will benefit Ireland’s Community Action Tenants Union. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 13, 2021