FLESH WELDER - ZIPPERCUNT (TEXTBEAK RPG FVNK RMX)

Influenced by artists such as Coil, Cabaret Voltaire, and Skinny Puppy, Textbeak started creating music in the late 80s with Todd Sines. Together, they worked on various projects and eventually formed B/Re (Body Release) with Titonton Duvante and Charles Noel. Textbeak (as his project Bath) later signed with Jevan Records (run by gothic band Lestat) and recorded with producer Kramer (Shimmy Disk). He has since released solo works under the name Textbeak on various labels.   

Textbeak has performed at many events nationally and internationally, opening for notable artists such as Modern English, Merzbow, Nitzer Ebb, The Legendary Pink Dots and Meat Beat Manifesto. He has also remixed tracks for various artists, including Architect (aka Daniel Myer of Haujobb), ∆AIMON, Blush Response and Bestial Mouths. His 2016 album, Sick For Songs A Season Eats on Cleopatra Records, featured collaborations with Mark Stewart (The Pop Group), John Fryer (This Mortal Coil) and more.  

His new album, ASEMIC MUSICK, is planned for release in late 2025 on the Industrial Detroit label and features collabs with Antoni Maiovvi (Ye Gods), Brood Faye, Other, Broken Nails, Gwendolyn Dot and more!

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Lyrics:
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You’ll never understand until you’ve been there.
Been down so much, that all you can manage to do now is sit there.
Thinking back at all the choices that you made to get there.
Pumping a fist to the sky telling god “it ain’t fair.”
But yo, we ain’t there.
How could it be with all this devastation and desperation surrounding me.
So put me in the ground ‘cause this life has just been pounded out of me,
The only reason I ain’t sleeping now ‘cause I got mouths to feed.
Why can’t I catch a break?
Why can’t I step away and wake up one morning and think that things wont be a mess today.
I gotta break the cycle somehow,
Sick of this pain, I'm sick of living this way.
Okay, I’m done now.
Not having fun now, there’s just so many reasons.
Feel as if my soul’s a broken puzzle and I’m missing pieces.
It’s real easy for you to judge them when you see them,
But you’ll never truly understand unless you’ve ever been there.
A place where hope was thin in the air.
If things are gonna get better tell me a ‘when’ and a ‘where’.
Sitting and staring in the mirror, nobody’s there,
That I know, feeling so alone and I’m scared that nobody cares.
My nights consist of so many prayers.
I once had so many dreams, I once was going somewhere.
Try and following steps before you start to compare,
Me to you and you don’t know me, now you think that that’s fair?
I never thought my path would lead me to the point I’m at now.
But before they get up, some people gotta fall down.
Some fall harder than others, they thought they had it all down.
Me, I take these experience and jot them all down.
But how do you cope when you think that hope is nowhere around?
How do you know where to go if you haven’t been found?
Yo, I’m saying it’s draining living this pain that I’m in.
You’re quick to judge me but you haven’t been the places I’ve been, c’mon.
You’ll never understand until you’ve been there.
Been down so much, that all you can manage to do now is sit there.
Thinking back at all the choices that you made to get there.
Pumping a fist to the sky telling god “it ain’t fair.”
But yo, we ain’t there.
How could it be with all this devastation and desperation surrounding me.
So put me in the ground ‘cause this life has just been pounded out of me,
The only reason I ain’t sleeping now ‘cause I got mouths to feed.
Why can’t I catch a break?
Why can’t I step away and wake up one morning and think that things wont be a mess today.
I gotta break the cycle somehow,
Sick of this pain, I'm sick of living this way.
Okay, I’m done now.
Not having fun now, there’s just so many reasons.
Feel as if my soul’s a broken puzzle and I’m missing pieces.
It’s real easy for you to judge them when you see them,
But you’ll never truly understand unless you’ve ever been there.

Pursuit of the self and not related to external individuals or groups:
☤☥♆Surpassing the Id, surviving the Ego, and supplanting the Super-Ego within oneself☤☥♆

I was born into the circus life and became a living human joke at the age of five. Don't patronize me. I'm not a restaurant. At my wits' end without a whit to spare.

A picture of words describing a reflection of every moment in my life subverted and inverted.

Astra inclinant, non necessitant. 
I have a fine network of cracks in the glaze.