At The Drive In - Ghost-Tape No. 9

in•ter a•li•a available now! Order the album: I used to hear them through the walls at night exchanging currents through modicums of pernicious lust when tamed, would always alter the future in trance amounts played the ritual vacuumed the dents under a primer sky where a Lightfield once held the promise of closing the sutures But the ultimatum clots A tapeworm hymnal Lost the ghost tape registered As number 9 It’s going to be a Long night coming She said I can never turn it off Theirs is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away caving the symptom of confessional painted in licorice forgeries had she dawned the seductions subdued by the handmaid’s tale one claimed complacence while the other knelt he took the prescript off the parlor doors, swung open but collaterals had altered the future But the ultimatum clots A tapeworm hymnal Lo