Grant me a taste of your disease
Spit directly into my mouth
With that gimp smile
Speaking volumes
Of resignation
To your vomit-inducing form
Shove your calloused, deformed nub down my throat
I need to feel your trauma deep inside of me
My secret place, inside my head, it all comes undone
I reach between my legs
You can barely get it up anymore
That part has never mattered to me
I know exactly what I need from you
Did it hurt when they cut it off?
Or did you enjoy it?
Did you bask in the warm waves of pain?
Getting used to the pangs of nausea?
Are all of the anomalies becoming the only reassurances you have left?
You reach for me in your nightmares
with your phantom limb
We both know what you are without, it’s all I care about
A perversion
An obsession
You know that I consider it your greatest asset
You’re an amalgamation of everything that is wrong in this world
All that is broken
Loss
We both know your body is like an economy in failure
And babe, I’ll keep throwing money at you until the day I fucking die
"Axebreaker" is a self-proclaimed anti-fascist power electronics project that rejects the ideological grey zone that haunts much of the noise landscape. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 6, 2020
The latest from Terence Hannum's anti-fascist power electronics project uses claustrophobic noise to evocative, visceral ends. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 6, 2019