Old Sparky from Lower Automation by Lower Automation

The wire swings the man just a little further out to the right.
He knows not what he’s done.
There’s no recourse to fight back.

Behind the two-way glass,
you’ll find yourself
the passive inductor.

You’ll wish a plague upon his head.
All red palms will be avenged.

Swing the rope.

This broken face, our mirror:
Take it away.
Take it under while we’re sleeping.
Let the jury hang on wilting bones.
After midnight, we don’t answer the phone.

Further and further over time,
our eyes anchor to the right.

Swing the rope.

This broken face, our mirror:
Take it away.
Take it under while we’re sleeping.
Let the jury hang.

I’ve never seen myself.

• Alternative
• experimental punk
• math punk
• mathcore
• noise rock
• punk
• Illinois