sons of all the men I see
give their lives to technology
pass the eye into the screen
the black mirror is staring back at me
and the bodies were soaking wet
drenched in blood and sanguine sweat
no sleep for fear of rest
in the lair of altered flesh
wires that stretch across the sea
show us what we think it to be
the oil spills, its taste is sweet
breathe down my neck with electric heat
and all the bodies were soaking wet
drenched in blood and sanguine sweat
no sleep, never rest
in the lair of altered flesh
under Sauron's watchful eye
gorging on the stuff inside...
lightning strikes the circuitry
electric tongues they lap at me
nobody knows what the mirror sees
THE CABLE SWALLOWS EVERYTHING
Truly a record that never gets old. Quite the opposite, it ages so well I finally decided to purchase it. Can't get enough of that piercing noise that runs wild start to finish, uninterrupted. grysom
Showed the live version of "notha thang" to my mom and she wasn't too happy about it. I could tell that by the way she had a vacant look on her face. BPad
Balancing hooks and abrasion, the debut from Berlin punks Rouge features springy synths, snappy percussion, and insouciant vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 3, 2022