Rejoice in the ranks of the proud and the few
Shrines of solitary constructed for you
Connections, once flames, now not even a spark
Eyes avoid gaze in the flickering dark.
Ascending above to be set apart
On angel's wings, a blackened heart
Rising, to a pious view,
Worshiping, that which only serves you.
Idols of gold, melted made new, physical god, twisted into...you.
Whose crown do you covet, whose head meets the block?
When the axe serves its purpose and the blood's been mopped,
What value are riches, according to one
A whisper escaping, on unholy tongue
Idols of gold, melted made new, physical god, twisted into... you
Scratchy DIY punk from Philadelphia with an impeccable list of inspirations. Think Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, This Heat, and Chronophage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2023