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I. Good Night Goleta: Goodness, she didn’t miss a single shift, that’s just what the papers say. Clock in, let all your digits do the talking and count on the working day. Righteous, who could have seen the likeness to a pale of insanity? Red dog black tag Lil Ms. Monster. Oh by God I think we’ve lost her. One more cell in the bad roster. War paint, scrawled across her face like the walking wounded, the drive-in movie screen. She’s gone, she’s gonna be the pretty girl, holding the magazine. Victor, Lord knows who ever would have picked her and if He’s looking down on me. Please, let Craig die. The street’s a landmine. When you let...
Goodness, she didn’t miss a single clip, that's just what the papers say. See them gurgling fire crackers on the wrong holiday. Writhing, they said they heard the angels crying cuz they smelled a protege. Hang on tightly deadly rhythms. Femme fatale, you maggots smitten. “The Racist Press” who are we kidding? Berkowitz. They say she never missed.

II: The Dogs of Khan Younis: Ali, Nizar, and Mohammed couldn’t stop it and neither could they wait. Hummer comes rolling up the dirt road, and they all know the game will have to hold. The megaphone from the bulletproof window calls “Where are all the dogs of Khan Younis? Now come to us, cocksuckers, كس أمك !” Their mothers’ pleas are lost to the wind like the infants. The rock they’re dashed against [The Holy Land] Blood sprays across the sand. And that’s all your prophecy foretold. It’s a slaughtered ten year old and if it breaks your soul you’ll be ground into paste. The ghost crammed back in the machine. A shot of rainbow turpentine. For every barbed wire cradle there’s a vacant grave and a poor fucker to take your place. And the cracked limp body cooking in the sun twitches <<apparatus>>, apparition. You think there’s a wrong and there’s a right when there’s only victim and might and checkpoints at the gates of paradise.

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from Between the Fragile States Index & A Hard Place, released October 28, 2021
Music by Gavin Caine, Joe Florance, Sean the Baptist

Backing vocals by Shaysh, Butcher of the Bulgars, the Topsfield Blair Witch (Real?), Father Fury, Gavin Caine.
Violin by Stella Faux

The last song is called "Dementia."

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