PERFECT BLUE
A congregation of the eyeless
That writhe in the darkness
Of those that cannot see
Even with fire
And burning flesh
Half-drowning at the mercy of Suchos, dragged into rivers of tar and asphalt
Passive in its own way the megastructure basks
Torn into pieces, rebuilt over time
You heal all the wounds that deny you to dream
As seen through concrete, starkly; but the memory's gone
The colors, the voices, the shapes that you touched
All the mistakes that led to sublimity
Empyreal thoughts forever now lost
When blood was red and the sky a perfect BLUE
As scalding as hot lava, the latest from French group Non Serviam collides black metal brutality with industrial grind. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023