Yet another day
Scratching lice away
Scabs raining down
Like it’s christmas day
A dog turd away
From the milky way
Tails waggling
A rotor blade will slay
The hell-mouth of the hellhound
Gaping at the bowel sound
The rise of the hell mound
Soon he’ll be crowned
Black licorice shooting out of every hole
Like bile
A constant constellation in the sky
A pretty face in every window of the inn
Trying to take down the operation from within
"Not every hunter is a killer“
"Not every liar is a cheat“
Well if you think like that my friend
You’ll be the last one to admit defeat
With a fucked up mind
Intrusive thoughts find their way into the weaker kinds
And the volcano has erupted
Shredded skin and debris outside the atmosphere
My red rocket takes me away to the pesticide dimension
I find my home on the sand banks of the sea of tranquility
Where the shit stains have reached the pit stains
And all poetry is filth
I piss on my belongings and all that’s left of me
A toilet stone as a sign of blasphemy
Moldy cheese growing arms and wings ready to fly off into the hell that i created for myself
credits
from Gunk,
released November 25, 2022
Music and lyrics by Paul Schacht
Produced by Cassian Leikert
Recorded by Cassian Leikert and Antony Fitz-Harris
Cassian Leikert: Keys, Synthesizer, Percussion
Paul Schacht: Vocals, Guitar
Bela Schlieper: Drums
Jakob Troll: Bass
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