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The Folding Blister

from Flow by Fyrce Muons

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Give us lamps for solid days
To violate the master race
There are fires in our ways
Nothing bleeds
Nothing’s gained

All the sides stay alive
Though their saints are required
Daily fist oversized
We are mass
Now hear our cries

Human earth is rolling back
To feudal birth and love of fat
Days careen into the black
To satisfy their bloody math

His fate is Byzantine
His bite is not a bluff
His darkness hibernate
His calling is the game
His born have savage ways
His lust a crawling cock
His war is to the gate
His grasp a slighting mind
His might a slashing wind
His face is just a code
His name cannot be made
For nothing’s at its’ core

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from Flow, released April 16, 2017

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Fyrce Muons San Diego, California

Forty five years of gothic space punk and electro pop reminiscent of Krautrock. Fyrce Muons continue to defy any musical genre with their provocative concept albums, improvisational and surrealistic spoken word.

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