I framed you, I framed me
In my head
We have red wings
Ending war on punctured feet
Spearing shadows with rusted sheets
Lowered head, cut to scene
Streetlamp shrouded fantasy
In streaming colors and fleeting beats
Smiling sweet pornography
You beat off to her screams
I can't have this obscene
Climax soiled in defeat
Cumshot tailored to widescreen
Stomach semen poured from bleach
And fog machines
The wings are green
The Shadow is me
So many times I've dreamed
Of these hands, your face
This fucking lead pipe
And you wonder why your teeth are breaking
I can't fake it
I'm failing pages
Iranian metal band Confess channel their struggles with political oppression and exile into cathartic, groovy thrash. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2022