Caught, deep, naked and paralyzed
While jaws feed quivering in delight.
You soar through the air as a bird of prey,
I tend to your desert as the Nile.
With your hands around my neck I feel so close to Jesus,
With that hatred off your chest, my pain is justified.
"The Fever Of Epidemic Arrests,
Uncertain They Would Return At Night,
Even Then No One Ran,
A Submissive Sheep is Quite the Find for a Wolf."
(The Gulag Archipelago)
With your hands around my neck they'll paint me just like Jesus,
With that hatred off your chest, I'll be a holy Christ.
You can Fall On Me,
You Can Fall On Me,
You Can Fall On Me,
You Can Fall
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