At the tone, three hours, twenty-one minutes, Coordinated Universal Time.

"LUCIFERIAN TOWERS" scene nine (ext.) no camera the building chokes, folding inwards. there's a pit inside where the beating heart of the sun expands. dust traces its contours like a radiograph.

we dedicate this to girls kissing girls boys kissing boys girls kissing boys and everything in between!

+ an end to foreign invasions + an end to borders + the total dismantling of the prison-industrial complex + healthcare, housing, food and water acknowledged as an inalienable human right + the expert fuckers who broke this world never get to speak again

It takes minute detail It takes a holy life It takes emotions It takes dedication It takes dedication It takes a death

how they kill us = absentee landlord, burning high-rise. the loud panics of child-policemen and their exploding trigger-hands. with the dull edge of an arbitrary meritocracy. neglect, cancer maps, drone strike, famine. the forest is burning and soon they’ll hunt us like wolves.

the skyline was beautiful on fire all twisted metal stretching upwards everything washed in a thin orange haze

+ an end to foreign invasions + an end to borders + the total dismantling of the prison-industrial complex + healthcare, housing, food and water acknowledged as an inalienable human right + the expert fuckers who broke this world never get to speak again

we don't want to make music for people to wallow in... all we can do is try hard to link our own struggle as a band w/the music we play... they're inseparable, these two things... lately it's all we know...

the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides And a dark wind blows

the story maybe is about nine people trying to learn how to get along better and all play at the same time w/out stepping on anybody's toes...

“We're all witnesses to the demeaning outcomes of debauched governance – random traffic stops, collapsing infrastructure, corrupt bureaucrats and milk-fed police with their petty intrusions.”

we're tired of feeling bewildered tired of helplessness we want many, many things to end soon

if other bands choose not to question the inherent reductionist tendencies of contemporary rock criticism, then that's their decision... our few nervous encounters w/rock journalists have left us feeling regretful...