All instruments played and manipulated by: Rozz Williams and Ace Farren Ford,
                                               Christian Omar Madrigal Izzo (percussion), Aaron Schwartz (harp)

Hemispheric energy, channeling out from a thousand different directions. The feeling can't be held down long enough to rape, but when felt, it may burrow through your skeleton, instantaneously, all at once making you aware of the whirlpool of atoms keeping the world in motion... This world tossed into chaotic waves, obscurred by the presence of its own shadow... No light in these dimensions of phosphorous brain fear, no clear vision of hope or redemption. Eyes torn away by savage mental battles, a war carried on in endless blindness and cruelty...
Weaklings cannot survive on a wave of nothing for long without some help. The rest is gesture, congested feeling and an unwillingness to resist temptation. A man of many faces, this father of temptation at once revealing and guided, yet guarded. There has been no attempt to conceal the outcome, it shall be swift and ruthless, the pain, sharp and full circle. The world in which we suffer now shall seem a pleasant memory...
Recall smashed from cages of non-being, where those alone, live inside the creature fold and regather your feathers, a ruffled plume does nothing for the soul of crying winters. Die... Disengage... Dissolve into the recesses from whence you spewed and wrestle the golden monkey of the dark...