The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
My Dying Bride God Is Alone
Remove the marks Uphold the race How the king is blind Endowed with joy Irritable speech Break your back to help the wretched My blood has learned what fear is My skin itching insane My mouth spills with excrement Eyes burned away My spine crooked and stamped on Feet nailed together Genitals savaged with broken glass Snap my ribs for pleasure God Is Alone Children broke before me Fathers kicked to death Sad tune on jade flute Mothers die in sex Yawning wounds on tiny bodies And dew falls on quivering flesh Turn and watch the edge Focus on satisfaction Unbelievable self extinction Admire cloned convectors Will the beast fall Will God save us.
