Experimenting with a bit of electronic music.

KVLT LYFE

Fever Dreams

Written and Recorded 2010-2011 at Architoa Studios in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Lyrics:

Lies! O victimless reapers; 
Weave in to night their cunning and sick illusion of Christ. 
Dire! O visionless dreamers; 
Blinded and sleepless. 

Anxious anticipation; 
And when death takes you, 
You’ll wish that life had been more precious 
(to you, won’t you?) 

Fire! We’ve burnt all your steeples; 
Engulfed in purifying flame. 

 Pray! No one is listening. 
Gray! Deadly and glistening; 
Dull glassy eyes judge human lives. 
Slay! Your God commands it. 
 (Take me home) 

Hypocrisy! 

I want my God and I want my guns 
To cling to. 
Pilgrims to the church of the atomic bomb: 
Bearing their crosses, 
Armed to the teeth. 
I want my God and my guns 
To cling to. 
(Religiously) 
I want my God and my guns 
To cling to. 
(Desperately)

I Want My God and I Want My Guns

Written and Recorded 2010-2011 at Architoa Studios in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Lyrics:

Barbed wire and fading signs 
line roads through foggy mire unkind 
To rusted shacks engulfed by vine, 
Bred by sludge, forgot in time. 
Bayou people peer through mossy blinds 
Waiting patiently for prey. 

In wicked ground tangled locks of weed, 
Bleeding sewer seed, so viciously. 
Onward sparks of breeding trees 
In the swamps of Architoa. 

Sludge in their veins like ball and chain 
To swamp’s domain, unknown, profane 

You’ll be looking down the barrel of a loaded gun 
Trespassers will be shot, indiscriminately. 
Aimed by rotten inbred fucks (missing some chromosomes). 
Survivors will be shot over and over again. 

In wicked ground tangled locks of weed, 
Bleeding sewer seed so viciously. 
Onward sparks of breeding trees 
In the swamps of Architoa. 

Slug in your brain, slow oozing pain, 
Sludge in your veins, unknown, profane. 

Shrooms bring down those greasy punks. 
Scavengers. Trespassers. 
Get off my lawn you fucking kids.

Trespassers Will Be Shot

Written and Recorded 2010-2011 at Architoa Studios in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Lyrics:

Go take your medication. 
This is the last great American movement. 
Peace and love are dead, rebellion has been quelled. 
All that’s left is the dead rotting carcass of American culture 
Left out in the sun to wither. 

Soaked in acid, wrapped in fuzz, 
Saturated in smoke and nicotine buzzed 
Broken glass litters filthy floor, 
Wooden panels mask the sick and the bored. 
Bitter gaze, caustic little smile, 
And from dead eyes, the sting of the bile. 

Wash down those pills, 
They keep it at bay; 
The disease that cripples 
And fills your life with decay. 
Moth-bitten curtains, 
Yellowed and sour. 

And the gin helps too, but you already know that don’t you? 
Beautiful brainwashing abuse 
Slowly driving you insane; withered lace, where is my brain? 
Beautiful brainwashing abuse 

Soaked in acid, wrapped in fuzz, 
Saturated in smoke and nicotine buzzed. 
Broken glass litters filthy floor, 
Wooden panels mask the sick and the bored. 
Bitter gaze, caustic little smile 
Leaking from dead eyes, porcelain and vile.

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