They've eaten the frost off your skin
Suckled away, still hungry
their dusty mouths…
Dogs!
No
Burning our dead
As a consecration
As an escape
A flat black charcoal smiler worries a worm and laughs
"Where are they? Where are they?"
- scrapes for jewels in disgust as a sycophant, dead in the neck
Serves a fortune of stones
Balm for the gullet of a god
And nothing grows...
And the frozen trees are smoke
The mud is a rock, abrasive and birthless
Wrong barriers crumble in the weight of this cancer, this river of hair in a blizzard of skin
We cannot abide this leisurely rotting
Tape it up, choke it off, make it cry, make it die
Plains, laugh, wreckage, motion, blades, bones, torsion, throw, nails out, fire, push, stab, climb the stairway, hunt!
Here’s the part where your shit is flushed away
Anger and loss
fear and frustration recoils the rope around you
The frost makes a tighter bind as the sucklings dry
Their carbon crushed of its oil
Once living, now rock and powder
Sad entertainment
Compassionate sweat
We're coming for you and we're bringing the cake
Holding no truces
In a smothering light
The scent of a healing upheaval
And as you swallow your stones
Our gums bleed a rapturous song
Of throwing you over the safety rail
What the hell do you think of that?
credits
from issue No. 1,
released February 6, 2021
Violin by Alexandra Reichstadt
Contrary to the title, this debut LP from Melbourne producer Megadead leans heavily on instrumental hip-hop fusion and plunderphonics. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 8, 2021
