From the recording Social Murder Meditation
Lyrics
awake to morning drum
Friday rain to bone
bookshelf morphs into a mouth
it swallows up my mind
ain’t even left my bed
Hagakure glowing red
Hagakure glowing red
these pages drip with spirit
hidden in the leaves
tele moan and skitter
war cloud puff at the sky
these samurai and their steel
cut weeds of enemy
ancient whisper flowers up
I’m already dead
I’m already dead
Hagakure glowing red
Hagakure glowing red
warrior biotype permeates the tide
vivifies my craving to regenerate
to make the pen the sword
to make the pen the sword
to make the pen the sword