Like a bandage on a bottomless pit.
Like a city with no city in it.
Like a heart with no beat so we call it a main course.

Acquired taste for the gun
First they talk in tongues.
Then they talk in teeth.
It don’t sound much different to me.
It don’t sound much different to me.
It don’t sound much different to me.
It don’t sound much different.

Like a price tag on the head of a kid.
Like a life with no life in it.
Like a mind with no thoughts so we call it the main source.

Acquired taste for the gun
First they talk in tongues.
Then they talk in teeth.
It don’t sound much different to me.
It don’t sound much different to me.
It don’t sound much different to me.
It don’t sound much different.

released March 15, 2024
- Goofball Specter Records (2024)
- Recorded, mixed, and mastered with gizmos, gadgets, and doodads by Twisting Cells

Acquired Taste

[ Don't trust the celebrities. They've got a large collection of sharp rusted objects and the best lawyers money can buy. ]

download the full album at TWISTINGCELLS.BANDCAMP.COM


Panopticon Stunt Show

[ My coping mechanisms have their own coping mechanisms. ]
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L Y R I C S:

Waiting for the world to end.
Or at least some cash to spend.
Waiting for the next best trend.
I reserve the right to laugh
cause I ruined my head.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, It’s funny.
It’s funny. It’s funny til it fucks you up.

It’s funny til it fucks you up.
It’s funny til it fucks you up.
It’s funny til it fucks you up.
It’s funny. It’s funny.
It’s funny til it fucks you up.
It’s funny til it fucks you up.
It’s funny til it fucks you up.
And I can never get enough.

Waiting for a day to lose.
Or at least the time to light the fuse.
Waiting for the next big news.
We reserve the right to die
cause we’ve been doing it inside.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, It’s funny.
It’s funny. It’s funny til it fucks you up.

It’s funny til it fucks you up.
It’s funny til it fucks you up.
It’s funny til it fucks you up.
It’s funny. It’s funny.
It’s funny til it fucks you up.
It’s funny til it fucks you up.
It’s funny til it fucks you up.
And I can never get enough.

Steeplechase Faces

[ Praise The Ghosts and Their Items. Blessed are The Ghosts and Their Items. You cannot escape The Ghosts and Their Items. Kill for The Ghosts and Their Items. ]
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L Y R I C S:

Deity, process me.
I got the meat.
I got the skin.
I got this shit eating grin.

Deity, sign me up.
I got the love.
I got the chops.
I got the drugs that you want.

Peace of mind.
Price of the ride.
Rusted out gears inside.
They’re broken bones.
Fix up a home.
Trapped in the same old haunt
that you’ve always known.

We’re waiting for the new haunt.
Changing for the new haunt.
Kill us for the new haunt.
We’re living in the new haunt.
New haunt

Deity, suffer me.
I got the stare.
I got the abyss.
I got these words I can twist.

Move over. Move over. You’re in my way.
Your life is in the way of my life.

Deity, hire me.
I got the hookup.
I got the gig.
I got this blood on my lips.

I want it quick. Don’t want it to bore me.
And I want you to do it for me.

Peace of mind.
Price of the ride.
Rusted out gears inside.
They’re broken bones.
Fix up a home.
Trapped in the same old haunt
that you’ve always known.

We’re waiting for the new haunt.
Changing for the new haunt.
Kill us for the new haunt
Living in the new haunt.
New haunt.

Move over. Move over. You’re in my way.
Your life is in the way of my life.
I want it quick. Don’t want it to bore me.
And I want you to do it for me.

We’re waiting for the new haunt.
We’re waiting for the new haunt.
We’re waiting for the new haunt.
We’re waiting for the new haunt.
We’re waiting for the new haunt.
We’re waiting for the new haunt.
We’re waiting for the new haunt.
Old life in the new haunt.

We’re waiting for the new haunt.
We’re waiting for the new haunt.
We’re waiting for the new haunt.
We’re waiting for the new haunt.

New Haunt

[ The consciousness expansion market is flooded and we're all just swimmin' in it. ]
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[ instrumental ]

Business Is Booming

[ Reading the supplemental materials on war crimes underneath the soft glow of gaslight. ]
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L Y R I C S:

Like a bandage on a bottomless pit.
Like a city with no city in it.
Like a heart with no beat
So we call it a main course.

Acquired taste for the gun
First they talk in tongues.
Then they talk in teeth.
It don’t sound much different to me.
It don't sound much different.

Like a price tag on the head of a kid.
Like a life with no life in it.
Like a mind with no thoughts
So we call it the main source.

Acquired taste for the gun
First they talk in tongues.
Then they talk in teeth.
It don’t sound much different to me.
It don't sound much different.

[ All the clocks are broken. Their ticking, but their broken. ]
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L Y R I C S:

Clock hand spinning.
An hour in a minute.
Time is slipping.
Nothin’s new.

It’s all ways.
It’s all ready.
Say without saying it.
See without seeing it.

It’s always all ways.
It’s already all ready.

Decades fleeing.
The years repeating.
No new meaning.
What to do?

It’s all ways.
It’s all ready.
Say without saying it.
See without seeing it.

It’s all ways.
It’s all ready.
Say without saying it.
See without seeing it.

twisting cells