The sound of the insects buzzing in the night
Is filling my tired head with thoughts of genocide
But is it even murder when there's no life left inside
And there's no light left shining inside of their dead eyes?
If it doesn't happen in my head,
If it doesn't happen in my heart
Their teeth and claws will tear me apart,
Their poison fangs will tear me apart
The trauma base of their mind control is applied to the hive mind
The slave handler overlords keep their eyes on the dead lights
The masses of the people are the masses of the slaves
And the mass murder of all of them's the only way that
They'll be saved
Beautifully moody art rock from Virginia that recalls the dark glory of bands like Echo & the Bunnymen and Psychedelic Furs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2020