1. |
Open Season
01:02
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Bless the motion, kid.
Join the godless guns.
Trigger happy friends, sleep deprived and high
scan the urban backwoods for hints of red,
what isn't from these parts.
He was an injured man,
not time enough to clean his hands.
Moving forward,
eyes widening,
arms raised up to the sky,
shot down.
Setting threads, you trip.
You've failed the motion, kid.
Skin folding in,
shot down.
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2. |
One North
02:45
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Misshapen on a suburban corner
slurred with serotonin rivet.
Kindling cognition attempts the seal,
but help down by white noise restraints at the heel.
Pillowed prescription to steal a melting tongue,
draining.
Refill elastic, suspended.
Lavender glaze leashes to sleep.
This is who we need you to be.
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3. |
Pub Games
03:03
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Steal the cold to commune warmth.
Flourish or burn on a high horse.
The epigones are coming.
They're gleaming in influence and apologetics.
Set the table, wipe out the misery.
Quiet - listen to the furnace speak
of hand-me-down ales popping with psychology and long life prospects:
We'll drink to that!
All these faces on the floor can taste refusal.
Quick - turning, turning.
Stringing along some kind of fear.
I prayed for wrong, but he isn't here.
They've found me out, too late.
Disrobed and grinning with cocksure step
when the blood bath is shimmering.
Pitchforks and torches push out to the edge of town.
Pale veined and bone thin - fall down
when the blood bath is shimmering.
Disrobed and grinning with cocksure step
when the bloodbath is shimmering.
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Lower Automation Illinois
Noise-adjacent mathpunk from Illinois.
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You might have seen Tristan fill in on drums with us, but when he's not coming in clutch for us, Tristan makes music that is sometimes mathy, sometimes mellow, and always incredible.
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We've played a few stages with WWWK, Highly recommended for people that are into proggy metal with weird time signatures
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