DRY LIVER from BLEAK LIVING by THEE SIMULATION

DRY LIVER

Dry Liver there's no salvation from this thirst, silver beads draped over a weathered blue mannequin. He moves like Jupiter under filthy existence, the weather marked skin that moves enthralled moving through the years until he crawls into his dusty dirt path beneath the deep and harrowing pull of his hangover. Dry Liver there's no salvation from this thirst, Dry Liver you’ll find your way home. As he looks up to the sky he used to believe in, all those years spent in isolation and all those wandering thoughts were like prison islands in the sky never to be docked, they're like some foreign shore. He asks “how much further till death?”

• Experimental
• NoWave
• Punk
• industrial
• no rave
• noise
• Portland