KommandOOverdose & I,Eternal
Exquisite corpses, taken literally. Cadavers dipped in hollandaise sauce. Fingers especially crispy.
You wander deeper into an ever-thickening sonic vapor. Electrical wires perform a danse macabre, coiling lovingly around your decomposing shell, moaning with pleasure. Another fall. A damp dungeon. One light only. A single electric globe glued to the ceiling. Blood seeps inside it. No exit. Just tiny holes in the walls. From one hole, an ear drops, still twitching. Then the spiders come. From all the holes. Thousands. Millions.
The globe laughs and explodes in a spray of blood.
Spiders cover your skin. You bleed. You laugh. They crawl into your eyes.
Your eyes.
Yours ; yes.
YOUR EYES.
This record does not want to be understood. It wants to keep falling with you.
-Sir Kuliktavikt
