TRAUMA HARNESS by Damien Hearse

Lyrics:
Trauma harness
Shock therapy
Charged veins running hot under my skin
Jetlagged from the taxonomy
Keeping track of the kingdom that I’m in
Hot water green temperature
Ripping hits from the fumes of a glowing sea
Wasteland
Wasted warrior
Smoke steeple on the chapel of your factory

And I won’t stop until I’ve sucked up all the air you breathe
I am your virus, your disease

Unbalanced by chemistry
Burned red bloodshot undressed for thee
Synthetic reciprocity
Negative on a sliding scale of sleaze
Hot shit, cold ministry
Burning trails for the influx of bodies
Messiah of slavery
I rule by the taking of your needs
And I won’t stop until I’ve eaten every fruit from your tree
I am your virus, your disease
There is no escaping me

There’s nowhere to run
There’s nowhere to hide
You're under my thumb
You're locked in my sights
And I won’t stop until you're mine and serving firmly on your knees
I am your virus, your disease
I am a pestilence of grief

Scum