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Another drip feed from our upcoming album.
lyrics
I am the ghost of L. Ron Hubbard's son
Here to dispense the obligatory omens and harbingers
Through the medium of this possessed MOR singer
You'll find me among the rotting fruit and meat
With eyes rolling back in the driver's seat
My life was nasty, brutish, short
My foetus they might have abort
And I'd have wandered the marshlands of purgatory
Holding hands with unbaptized children
Better than to be cursed with this story
Knowing that I could have fucking killed him
There were moments between us where I thought
I felt a deeper connection
But like the women who defied you
Swallowed up by the ocean
So now I sing this discordant shanty
From the plank of the sea org's flow
Our father shining above me
My father burning below
I could have wandered the marshlands of purgatory
Holding hands with unbaptized children
Better than to be cursed with this story
Knowing that I could have fucking killed him
credits
Tracked and Mixed by Josh Lynn at Thinkt studios
Mastered by Rhett Copland
Art by Eleanor Haydn