Your voice is static. You feel automatic. You make my eyes burn. You were the lost turn. I present this heart and sing this song to Kali. I may try to be, but I belong to Kali. Cradle this love, oh, black of my night. Your teeth are showing. You know where I’m going. You make my chest hurt. You are the cool dirt. The early ceilings and awkward feelings, the acts forbade, the wagers made, all are your gifts. Your face is frozen. You are what was chosen. You make the flesh crawl. You will be this skull.


from Renaissance Beast, released November 2, 2014
BS - bass, microkorg, electric guitar, trumpets, trombone, percussion
Bradford Highnam - drumses
Adam Bolts - electric guitars



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