this in blood
I suppose
breaking jaws
I'm no good
as the prodigal son
and I know that you're mesmerized
had a vision, made these laws
and sanitized, are we above desires
I miss him so
you are so fucked
it has begun
revolution crawls
all over you
[?]
you light up the sky
and scrape out your skull
your lovely face
will never reclaim [?]
it was so unlikely doom
upon my wrists I bear the cross
my losses mounted as I climbed across the hole
of my own soul
I'll claim my prize
I don't exist
I am divine
a ghost with eyes
[I'm jungle drummed out man]
length - 3:09
This could possibly be [Jam 13].
Official Release:
- Machina II / Friends and Enemies of Modern Music
- Judas O