Hi-bias two colour pad printed cassette version of this truly frightening long-awaited release from this Saskatoon trio.
Includes unlimited streaming of The Six Small Deaths of the Grey Light District
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lyrics
I love the way my name sounds as a cvomponent of "Wrong".
Bend it into a curse locking up your tongue.
When my name is rearrange to spell A-R-S-O-N. Incantation of joy, an invitation to bleed, deprivcation from all you need.
Be penitent, girl. I want to see you get pure.
Take your medicine, baby, swallow the cure (swallow whole).
We scream God's real name and smear red honey, baby.
So we go somewhere dark and remote to bleed out and we pick a safe work that neither one of us can pronounce.
Then we dance like angry pistons across an abattoir's floorboards, and I roll back my eyes as my body murders yours.
Make me penitent, girl. Get me all pure.
Make me choke back my medicine. Cripple me with your cure.
Alright, yeah.
We scream God's real name and smear red honey, baby.