The air out here cuts a trench in your spine
the paradygm shifts your direction towards mine
the ground burns beneath me  
cinders snap with revolting design

the daggers in my eyes put a stone in your chest
it's the aqua dementia
it's the worst of the best
and you're dying to know where the hell you can go in the end

i am
a murder tattoo
a pestilent fortress
of deaf solitude
and there ain't too much standing 
on who the hell you are to me

so go and
write your bio to be 
i'm the testament son of the blood in your teeth
the bebop berzerker
the thorn in your side when you sleep

the pain in your brain cuts the same as my name
it can stain the remains of your crippled refrain
but you tame the distain in the dark with a chain
such a shame there's nothing to gain

and politely you ask if the ink in this quill
will quell the hole in your soul with a maddening thrill
but the paper stays blank 
and your thoughts suffocate you still

Bebop Berzerker (revised)

The Thought of You (Demo)

I finally bought a decent microphone. Now I can do stuff like this!

Clocks And Spoons (overdub practice)

Recorded this on my phone with a multi track app

Ian McClelland