Hello there! Who's your prey? I hope for your sake that it's not me.
Turn your attention to the other party guests, and I'll give you some free advice:
The yeti is weak and alone.
The wendigo's insatiable, but everyone knows
The sweetest temptations are naive; they don't know you're like me: a killer.
The more you do it, the better it gets.
The more you do it, the better it gets, and you'll never be satisfied.
I never was satisfied.
They say that the journey is its own reward; I'd have to disagree.
i say the reward's rewarding when it's utter fucking ecstasy.
You deny it, but I know, deep inside, your long and bloody legacy just fills you with pride.
I think you'll find it's easy to embrace what I know you to be. I love it!
The more you do it, the better it gets.
The more you do it, the better it gets, and you'll never be satisfied.
I never was satisfied.
They'll say, "Oh God, please, no, I don't wanna be a part of your master plan!"
They'll know the godawful truth when they hear the last beat of their heart in your hand.
You'll say "Oh, Mister Band, you are such a trickster! I should have seen this coming, man."
You'll know you're fucked when you hear the last beat of your heart in the mouth of Red Headband.
Long-time Boston spazzy math-punks take a deep breath and make their best and most dynamic record. Enigmatic lyrics and an overall atmosphere of paranoiac dread hang atop it all. Best of 2013 contenda Hex Map
Propulsive feedback-soaked basement punk jams from Boston expatriates now hanging out in cow country. RIYL dirty carpets, jumping around and slipping and hitting your head on the water heater, parties Hex Map