EP REVIEW: Crown Magnetar – Punishment
Liquify on a bed of rusted nails.
Liquify on a bed of rusted nails.
Hymns of dissonance we sing.
Psychosomatic storm bursting the gates of memory.
Race towards the sun, my crippled pride undone, and all that makes me real, secedes to stone and steel.
Solitude is a soft disease.
Dying doesn’t make this world dead to us
Organometallic assimilation.