Saccharine Underground DC
From the upcoming Zabus full length album “Floodplain Canticles” releasing 10 January 2025 on Saccharine Underground.
updated 1 year ago
THE PRISMAL SEED
Give me your best skin
Give me your best skin
A version of you
fractured and bruised
Prismal seed on virgin skin
A vision, a mind complete
Imprison a mind in pieces
Give me your best grin
Lone smirk and grifter’s ruse
Transfixing pious stigmata
Imprison a mind in pieces
Put on your best face
Prismal seed on virgin lips
Disguise your misery
In stock piles of shit
Give me your best skin
A version of you
fractured and bruised
Dream state servant
My prismal seed
Your secret’s safe with me
Lone smirk and grifter’s ruse
Transfixing pious stigmata
A cock sure version of truth
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All music/lyrics by Jeremy Moore.
Video/graphic design by Jeremy Moore.
STRANGERS OF NON-BEING
Step into your power
Existential control
Claim your rightful place
At the end of the world
It’s coming for us
No god will do
A stranger to no one
Yet a beast to you
Execute its grace
Confront your seeded pain
I’m a stranger to no one
And a beast the same
It’s coming for us
Divination’s true design
Step into your power
As non-beings in time
Existential control
Of the sated mind
Existential control
Of the sated mind
Existential control
Of the sated mind
A slave to propaganda
Massage contorted truth
Blunt your skewed discernment
Massacre of faltered will
A mountain of pills
A fountain of guilt
We among the tombs
Will wander and wilt
And take this shovel
Under a burden of silt
To mask your sense of self
To carry your faltered will
Take this ivory ring
Two coins upon the eyes
You’ll slave the power source
To save yourself
“…Don’t leave me now
My specter of wish fulfillment
My ghost of perfection
Hear me now
Spectral fear, embalming lace
I belong to you now
In my final resting place
Hear me now
Mother’s breast contorts in song
Drippings ripe with bloated love
Hear me now
Telos of ill-gotten gain
Gaunt lines, tight and lean
Draining bloodlines
From eye to spleen
We were always the same
Don’t leave me now
My ghost of perfection
Don’t leave me now
God of heightened illusion
I belong to you now
I belong to you now…”
SUBCULTURE
I forgive you
For your motionless retreat
I’ll share these moments
with you
In every whisper
Your vibration is all I feel
I’ll contain you for a while
Until I need you
From the bellows
A breath ignites the sky
I’ll share these moments
with you until I die
I forgive you
In every whisper
I forgive you
NO SOUND LIKE PROGRESS
Hold your child to the night
And pray for his return
A future in the light of morning
Beyond the ruin we cling to
Immersive delights will supplant
our disease
Corrosive thoughts will channel our grief
Conform to a change absolved of conscience
Absolved of future peace
Hold your child to the night
His body engulfed in flames
Beyond the ruin we cling to
We pray for his return
A star in the light of morning


