split the truth and give it time
a serpent forms from every lie
and here it hangs all black inside
burdening the tongue in time
so give me flesh and give me life
we sit kingly on the edge of a knife
in ecstasy she took her time
and passed them lazy side to side
to dance so wicked deep inside
the taste and texture was sublime
so fork your tongue and give me life
we sit kingly on the edge of a knife
so beat your heart like thunder cries
in adoration of your lies
they taste your love and grow in size
to swell and greatly multiply
and windward we did leave
her soul is lost at sea
the world now deaf to thee
suffer in ecstasy
teeming like eels they shake and cringe
and heave your jaw right off its hinge
to seize and thrash with muffled cries
as your bones break from the inside
rag doll limp and still alive
the hateful things did darkly dive
they copulate a horrid crown
and in this way she did drown
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