Lyrics:

No one wants to know
If you'll be coming home
And no one wants to see you cry
Oh,

I don’t even care
If you aren't really there
Another river running dry

I know we'd never be the same
I know we'd never be the same
I can't take living with this shame no more
I know what I've become, oh, no

Everybody knows
The taller the forest grows
The harder it gets to see the light
Oh

But past that canopy
There's a clear-cut way to free myself,
But I don’t even care to try
Oh
I don't even care to try

And I noticed when I saw you cry
The contemplation in your eyes
Unable to sympathise no more, 
You know what I've become, oh, no

well, well

In the midst of a crumbling midwest metropolis, you’ve been brainwashed and targeted as mate by the towering Mother Mantis to breed a hoard of giant hybrid human-insect offspring. Against your will, you’re made central to a story of bloody cross-species battle, domination, and vengeance. Art by @gut_slaughter. Drums by Sam Atkins.

The Mantis

Death Center

If You're Queasy, I'm Queasy // Robot Remix

Country Roadz

Boy, I Hate Psychiatry

BoobTube

The Grass is Green // The Sky is Green

I can feel u in my chest hole

Molly's Toes - Studio Demo

Lyrics:

Beans, beans...
So, I was going down to the street
And I needed something to drink
Went in the store
But at the checkout was a whore

So, I went to the Uber app
And ordered a large halal snackpack
Oh, the chips were awesome
And the lamb: sort of cooked
But by god, the next morning
Was my toilet cooked, ough

Oh, the fiery rim
That my asshole was in
Oh god, why ever did I order that
(Ahh)
Halal snackpack

The end of the night
Gave my rectum a great big fright
If you want diarrhoea, uh
There's a place near here

Right after your beer
You go there, they'll give you one, I swear
And I just couldn't bear
But it was so good
That I almost went for seconds

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Vocals & lyrics - Oliver Smith
Guitar - Luke Bennett
Production - Luke Bennett, Lachie McDougall
Backing vocals - Lachie McDougall

The Fiery Rim - Live December 2023

Lyrics:

Friday night, I went to the bar
Met a girl, it went pretty far
Took her back to my place
Showed her my Myspace

She sat on the bed, I sat in the chair
She knew what was up, I gave her the stare
If I didn't know better, I'd say she was scared
Y'know why?

That's 'cos I'm the Rizzler
Nothing in my fridge but condoms and Fizzlers
Not to be one on Santa's bad list

My mom still says that I'm the handsomest
She still cuts the crust off all my sandwiches
Mmm, it's 'cos I'm the Rizzler

No one's safe, not even your sister
She's got a brand-new mister
And he goes by 'Mr. Rizzler.'

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Vocals & lyrics - Connor Healy
Guitar - Oliver Smith
Instrumentation - Luke Bennett
Production - Luke Bennett, Lachie McDougall

Mr. Rizzler

Creator of auditory cyber-sludge.

1/4 of https://on.soundcloud.com/b4uqSq1pC91FkcKF7 (Society Horse)

well, well

Shotgun Mike

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