My minds on repeat.
Tap the phone companies.
I’m told there’s a war.
I hope they’re coming for me.
Manifest destiny backwoods xenophobes:
detach the strings
from the white faced,
war raging,
drug money
politicians.
Feed from their hands like the sheep.
Burn with the victims
of the third world
and cover the Earth in white skin.
Donate blankets.
Trademark Christ.
Smallpox weapons.
Vaccine or die.
I feed on drugs more illicit than anthrax.
Ritalin junkie.
Xanax zambien hormones and nuclear antibiotic preservative lunchmeat.
Birth control cut with arsenic flushed into water.
Calcify the glands.
McDonalds/Exxon diet plans.
Feed your children meth and
geoengineer the skies.
We’re breathing aerosol sulfate.
Manufacted rape.
And we're stuck in a fucking tomb
at the bottom of the pyramid.
Take a dirt nap, make the soil organic.
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