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lyrics
Bed-tethered, brain is crammed!
Cutting lines from instant grams.
Full of toxins, full of shit
This Radiation School of Bliss.
Busting through like a cool bulldozer,
A posing Wolf with the glow of Gozer!
The eye of the beholder
Is occupied by a frozen shoulder.
The howlin' surrounds, an at capacity pound.
A soundtrack dragging me underground.
Covered in dirt and a slitherin' curse,
Fever burning like a suburban church!
Libido Sick and bewitched,
Upside down crucifix!
Lunar fumes and very few clues.
If she be witch, let me be broom!
Bewitched by a stranger.
A slave to my craving for danger.
Bewitched from the furthest reaches
Of the leech that's tearing me to pieces.
A coterie of frozen heat
Creeping up right next to me.
Stuck in stasis, in I breathe.
A hawk's gaze fills my lips with breeze.
She is edgy! A swift machete!
Wish she'd lead me to her bedsheets!
Zesty text from a hefty grimoire
Has a-whoa!-ken the ancient Minotaur.
Fangs under bangs, I'm tangled
In the strands of a wicked angel.
Let's get tanked and tranquil!
Become inventors of unparalleled angles!
Levitation gets me lifted!
Rippling twitches, mercury shifted!
Concussed by lust! Cold as a tomb,
If she be witch let me be broom!
Bewitched by a stranger.
A slave to my craving for danger.
Bewitched from the furthest reaches
Of the leech that's tearing me to pieces.
I listened to nothing but this album for two weeks after I bought it. It had a massive impact on me and inspired me to make what I call "Asylum Pop." Baphometatron would not exist without them. BAPHOMETATRON
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023