Thursday, April 29, 2010

Eat Rust - The Rusting City

My lust for crust most gross,
Regardless of my host, grows close.
I choose to booze away the blues,
But you chose to pose and now it shows.
Just between us,
You missed the bus,
Despite the fuss.
Brush away the dust
Inhale the musk
You must eat from the busted husk
The lust for justice won't be trussed
Lo! Eat the Rust

1 comment:

  1. Holy Tarhunt,
    haha, it's great to see one of my recordings here! Thanks for posting it. Dystopian gibbering non-Euclidean hardcore noise pretty much sums it up.

    How did you find it? And how do you like it?


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