The body of a graveyard. In a field of salt. Crocus flips his wing. Crocus flips his wing. He says lie. He says lie. He says please don't lie. Cellar sewed up to eyeballs. Attic knocks the feet. Your turn says the eyeball. Wrong turn says the road. Learn your own language. Lean on your tongue. Learn your own tongue says the mouth. Teeth grow into moustache. Tongue mocks the beard. Man rocks himself with a tender slum to the left. Growth on the left. Runs into. One tongue turns to the other. Wrong turn turns into another. Like a rake preening space.
released July 2, 2012
Lyrics by Johannah Henderson
Music by Tim Steffens & Skarab
This album (and Perturbator's music in general) got me through my IT certification exams -best music if you need to convince your brain you're *actually* a badass hacker in a cyberpunk movie montage and not a tired dev-in-training xD EldritchKitty