Once I had a dream
I had a belief
My misery inside of world's destruction I have seen
But there is no place that I could call
Everybody just can play their roles
Sitting inside their four walls
And burn their untouchable gods
They know better than you where to go
Cause you should play too your put-up role
In this so-called human race
Hearing without listening howl about
Grace of salvation dies in your rude land
In your strange and filthy second dismal head
It's not my business I just want
To return my personal my natural world you have burned
I can't stand this empty place no more
Where's my heaven? Show what is it for?
Every mirror has another face
But each face prays for silent
Grace of salvation dies in your rude land
In your strange and filthy second dismal head
It's not my business I just want
To return my personal my natural world you have burned
In your strange and filthy second dismal head
It's not my business I just want
To return my personal my natural one in all unshakable world you have burned
The industrial rock heavyweights return with their first album in over 20 years, produced by John Fryer (Nine Inch Nails, Cocteau Twins). Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2022
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017