Uploaded April 2022 | Updated September 2026, 4 days ago
From the EP "Conceit", out May 6th 2022. Grab the album + merch here: smartpunkshop.com/collections/gilt
Lyrics:
Prosthetic fingertips for human hands
Help carve the wood into one of three shapes
Each kill is set in frame the same way
Streetlights all tethered to the same clock
My memory’s color cordoned off
They let me see the body, but still diffused the face
The orange glow an anesthetic haze
Serif seraphim
There’s thorns around red text again
Mother may I, Mother may I
Just try to forget?
Tongue to the wound
Foil to the canvas
Metal taste, dressing damage
Plead, “Chase after me, Trophy Hunter!”
The illuminated manuscript of current day
White tee shirt, phone-photo-printed face
Each kill is set in frame the same way
That man with the stable of anemic steeds
Says he collects, but ends up taking everything
A faith informed by entropy that won’t shake
He fades into the glow of orange again
More ego contaminates
Wax fingerprints melting off of the candlestick
The midnight oil burns
Gross obsession with symmetry
Grading pounds of flesh on a curve, not objectively
Gross obsession with symmetry
A savior will judge but a captor can pity me
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Director: Benjamin Holland
Makeup: Seven Meave and Benjamin Holland
Guest Appearance & Guest Vocals: Nat Lacuna
Latex Face Model: Otis Saunders
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From the EP "Conceit", out May 6th 2022. Grab the album + merch here: smartpunkshop.com/collections/gilt
Lyrics:
Prosthetic fingertips for human hands
Help carve the wood into one of three shapes
Each kill is set in frame the same way
Streetlights all tethered to the same clock
My memory’s color cordoned off
They let me see the body, but still diffused the face
The orange glow an anesthetic haze
Serif seraphim
There’s thorns around red text again
Mother may I, Mother may I
Just try to forget?
Tongue to the wound
Foil to the canvas
Metal taste, dressing damage
Plead, “Chase after me, Trophy Hunter!”
The illuminated manuscript of current day
White tee shirt, phone-photo-printed face
Each kill is set in frame the same way
That man with the stable of anemic steeds
Says he collects, but ends up taking everything
A faith informed by entropy that won’t shake
He fades into the glow of orange again
More ego contaminates
Wax fingerprints melting off of the candlestick
The midnight oil burns
Gross obsession with symmetry
Grading pounds of flesh on a curve, not objectively
Gross obsession with symmetry
A savior will judge but a captor can pity me
---------------------------------------------------------------
Director: Benjamin Holland
Makeup: Seven Meave and Benjamin Holland
Guest Appearance & Guest Vocals: Nat Lacuna
Latex Face Model: Otis Saunders
---------------------------------------------------------------
facebook.com/giltfl
twitter.com/giltfl
instagram.com/giltfl
