He watched you die
In mind and soul
You have become
Worthless bone home
The watcher who sees all we have been
And knows what we once have come from
Looks down at those who lie beneath him
His mind must seek deeper reality
Than what you know for you have always
Hidden from the depth of life
You long
For the pain that you call home
No truth has risen
In the pain that you call home
He watched us die
An act of god?
There are naught
you fell into
Forced from our home s taken by the
Power mad politicos and their allies
Not a thing left for us to cling to
Strip searched by a lifeless machine
No complaints register with the soulless
Automaton who can only follow orders
Cannot escape
The pain that you call home
Always hide
In the pain that you call home
We have given up all that is good
No one to blame only ourselves
Look about there is never meaning
It is all a phantom in your addled
Mind. . . .
Mind that lies overloaded
On the yellow stained floor of the
Pisser that is our culture
It is your time to fall
This is the pain that you call home
In the pain that you call home
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