Regime Change from GUN by AVERAGE LIFE EXPECTANCY

Running as far as my feet (can)
Function. My form is dead meat.
Lusting for order and strength, (but)
Nothing is served on this plate
(of decay)

Spectres are voicing my fears
(in) language unspoken for years.
Razors are flaying my skin
Peeling, discarding all, again.

No one's at home right now

Vacancy of the front seat
Abandonment of autonomy
Horrified beyond belief
Who am I? Am I still me?
Substrates and roots; they suffocate
Pulling me under, toward decay
Overthrown, a coup of pain
Regimes fall, and regimes change.

Tendrils are threading my flesh
Stitching together this mess
Fruiting bodies impaling me
Spores are bursting, with hosts to seek.

• Metal
• abstraction
• experimental
• grindcore
• noise
• sludge
• Denton