Built by the e network.
Brainwashed by vanity.
Fascism
spelled
fashion.
Throw her out to the dogs.
Drunkards suckle like hogs.
Feed on the weak.
No respect among species.
Cinderella’s ripped to shreds
in the company of so many men.
Daddy would be proud.
He raised an STD.
She’s ignored until compelled to feel complete.
Watch the fire.
Watch the fire in her eyes.
I beseech the way you’ll always lay beneath me.
But darlin’ you don’t need words to tell me you love it.
I’ve been hung by the cross.
And I got a little bit of something to say, and I hope I can say it right.
I gotta praise God for this food chain cause we ain’t cookin’ nothin’ without our bones tonight.
Lift the skirt.
Fingernail addict.
Muzzling the bitch.
You’ve got legs like a runway.
And housewife honey I hope you’re feelin’ tight,
cause I’m plannin’ on fixin’ on making some inequality tonight.
Straight jacket princess.
There’s a hole in this ward.
Bloated worm skeleton atop a sequined throne.
Glitter me timbers.
I want another fuck.
Plastic hair and a silk thong.
Flagpole whores.
Impress me.
Your pride needs to get ripped off you, baby.
You’re being judged.
You’re being judged, Miss America.
It’s a red, white and blue bimbo pageant.
credits
from Technical Jargon and Partisan Rhetoric,
released March 8, 2013
Recorded, engineered, and produced by Lee Stoker
Artwork by Bobby Gibbs of Verbera
All music and lyrics written by FAUS
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022