slit your wrists to bleed out slow
inside your sadness inside your home
fake it til you’re real
you can't recognize yourself in anything
satan is your master now
patient suicide
is what you know to feel inside
fake it til you’re gone
you can’t recognize yourself anymore
satan is your master now
High-wire minimalist post-punk of the finest sort: the poetry of daily banality spit over molten guitar solos and elastic rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 20, 2017