kick down the doors
gonna storm the gates
pay back my boss
hell i can't wait
a pound of flesh
my meager share
all fat and fed
without a care
i'll take
what's mine
if i
must pry
and scrape
and writhe
dragging it from your insides
witness thy lamb in pain
bound and spread
struggle against my rein
lust and dread
kneeling with angel wings
gasping red
witness thy lamb in twain
stained and shed
look on and laugh
the kingly fool
a trench of gore
regard the jewel
behold the spoils
of rampant greed
for all you took
what did you need
kneeling with hands in prayer
fixed in place
sinew pulled back with care
absurd grace
entrails enshrine them there
skinned embrace
the angels weep and stare
soul effaced
the meek shall have their share
teeth make chase
consume avarice's heir
howling divine
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
Producer/songwriter Benjamin Schurr blends the medieval with the industrial in Rush, writing harrowing songs with a mystical aura. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2023