Coalfield Ghosts from Parasite Intentions by Drax Industries

we remain unseen
working on this seam
decaying on our knees
we ancient things
disposable machines

the flesh
the ache
the threats
remain the same
the dust
made
red

start us when we’re young
discard us when you’re done
the poison in our lungs
dripped from your tongues
builds power for your sons

the prey
the skin
the rot within
remains
the same

obey obey obey

the rage
the blame
the dust
made
red

won’t give in
won’t cool off or yield
won’t give in
with our blood on these fields

you’re no longer imposing
instead you’re exposing
your cracks are growing quickly

a little red for the green
it’s the same fucking scheme
we already saw this
your little hostile dream

utilize
our bodies and time
we already saw this
dignified

a little drip down the stream
guaranteed
it’s the same fucking scheme
we already solved this

one, two, we’ll spread

your little loss for the needs
your panicked retreat
we already solved this

three, four, drop dead

• Electronic
• electronica
• indietronica
• new wave
• synthpop
• trip hop