Men are gods
Fierce and cold
Dreading the end
Asleep, benumbed
I can't let go
I'm heavy with rage
My heart can't be found
It has been consumed

I coil inward
I can't pardon
I feel heartless
Men are gods

(But I still want him inside me)

This hate, this venom will fortify me
Let it devour you entirely
You ejaculate a swarm of bleeders
We know what to do with this violence...

Venom

Charles East Ft Marisca Rain - Dead Beat Dance

It peels widdershins
In this hullabaloo of life
Old fragments stir blood into this
Because I don't trust men
And my father is dead
Saturn leers
And I'm taut and choked
And I jeer
As I cede my last hoke of god-lore

From sepulchral worlds, gomes unleashed
What you could do with these canopic jars
There's a glut of unwashed chides
Because I don't trust men
And my father is dead
Saturn leers
And I'm taut and choked
And I jeer
As I cede my last hoke of god-lore

I cannot reach you to release you
Where are the old tomes to raise you
To kiss you
To feel you
To see you
Walk away

It Holds My Viscera - Ghouls EP

My hallowed grimace as I stare into the mirror
How infra dig I feel when I am being honest
I've got my tits all in a funk again
And I am pre-empting the denouement
So I use ink
Germane ink
To paint purpose
Paint intent
But instead I feel ignored again
So festeringly insecure again

What makes you believe, Eastling?
There's the Ibis staring again
And that dark dude hanging over my head
To show me this shattered intent

So I paint on my face
That I'm obsessive and jealous
Coyote dances and sings
And washes clean my effeminate gist

Whining, whining about how hurt and sad my life has been
I need a bigger head; to fit shit instead
Because my head holds boundless dread
And better would be shit there instead

Germane - Ghouls EP

Charles East is a classically trained pianist and singer-songwriter from South Africa.

East's music addresses darker themes ranging from intolerance, isolation, and obsession to self-loathing and the agony of life with a voice that "dives and soars from the desperate edge of tender despair up to the raging heights of pure furious angst".

Charles East (Official)