Cruel World

FUCK A PROUD BOY

Slave to the Scalpel

Skin Milk

Hardgore Deathmetal

Where The Sidewalk Ends

Manual Manic Procedures

Defiled Gestation

"With broken hands they raise their cries
The Neon Lord blinds their eyes"

A crown of wires lights his face
Electric glow in empty space
The streets are cracked the night is thin
He beckons all to step within

His words drip oil his tongue is rust
He promises gold but offers dust
A fragile hymn of static sound
Leads the lost to hollow ground

He whispers low
The lost will follow
Through hollow streets
Past dreams so shallow

Bow down low to the Neon Lord
He trades your soul for a neon cord
Follow the light it’s cruel and cold
The Neon Lord of Fools takes hold

He dances on the edge of truth
A phantom cloaked in wasted youth
Ignorance his faithful muse

He whispers low
The lost will follow
Through hollow streets
Past dreams so shallow

Bow down low to the Neon Lord
He trades your soul for a neon cord
Follow the light it’s cruel and cold
The Neon Lord of Fools takes hold

He speaks so sweet  
As echoes tread  
On vacant roads  
Where hopes are spread.

With broken hands they raise their cries
The Neon Lord of Fools , and lies...

The Neon Lord of Fools!!

Lies...

Sweltering Madness

Gatecreeper