With Lips a neon sheen, she kisses through the screen,
A most primal offering, I think she did it to me now.
So I slip in from the street, to satisfy a need,
Not for connection, just machine.
The Earth as barren as the sea, No sign of lifeform, flock, or tree,
Nuclear winter wiped it clean, I never liked it anyway.
Into orbit we release, a net to snare the golden wreath,
The source of endless energy.
And in the dark, the cold of a dying land,
A shadow moves, unfurls it master plan.
Treacherous, just how gradual and scripted the decline would be.
With disease and terror raging through the streets, to see,
We gave it all away, to feel safe and blind,
I gave it all away and became
Hive-mind.
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022