Lyrics:
The modern day crucifixion is hurting,
it hurts.
Our gold has been sold.
Reversing and reversing and reversing
It hurts,
It makes my stomach hurt.
Safe space, safe space,
is there such a thing as a safe space?
The modern day phase out of the electrician telephone pole.
There is lots of room for the safe.
Shattering, and gnashing.
Gnashing and shattering.
He bites down onto the grit,
it tastes like sand.

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    Experimental, Experimental Rock, Experimental Sound, Experimental Noise, Rock, Sound, Noise, Dark, Avant Garde
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