This body lays in chains
On this black Sunday mourning
Your belief lies unconscious
In sheets of Ice...
...and death
My escape
You will know it
Your light shall refrain
You pray for my health
But I don't care
I am the night bringer
You're subject to the sun
You seek eternal life
To live is to keep control
The blood is life
The sweet emission
To love you, my child
I have to do this
Dressed in white
You turn away
You cannot stay
Death won't change you
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They really don't make them like this anymore. Lo-fi pop hits drenched under layers of four-track tape noise, weirdo collage trips, Casio beats and mangled guitar shred. Lars Gotrich