9 Lines that made it into the lyrics for my next album:

1. The entire outside world is infected

2. Murderer, murderer, you’re going to hell where you belong
3. I wet my gills and slip away
4. You can find you gods in alleyways, or in the river mud.
5. Have the mermaid’s come? Do they sing to us, with their sweet and rotting, fishy lullabies?
6. Three shots fired and one shot struck, a pistol to the head
7. Where the devilfish roll in the boiling waves
8. I believe the man in the burned ragged clothing who choked out the story before he died
9. The spores of the creatures that broke through the locks…

(I think we’re nearly mixed. Artwork, maybe a video to do. Release around February perhaps. Whoop)

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