You: I am here, lying on the floor
Completely naked, and wasted as fuck
I don't remember anything, just a vague taste of melalcoholic shit
Well, what the fuck?
Where the fuck am I?
Who the hell am I supposed to be?
And who is this Cheryl? Bah!
Mi-go: Ok, I'll tell you, you're on a ship
And you're wasted just because your attitude
Just moaning about your parents
Just moaning about your work
Just moaning about acquaintances
And moaning about not having a partner
So you think you're cool? Do you fancy a cup of pity?
Just moaning about your money
And always you're just so picky
Just moaning you have no choices
But now, now you cannot moan anymore
Your serotonin retention, has got you a ticket to the space
Friendly aliens in lab coat, will use that substance for their lust
It's late now, you're about to sleep again, and when you wake up, you'll be in a hard glass cylinder...
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023