Questioning the sanctuary

They wish to eat us. Feed on us and take us with them in the basement. Feed upon our cavities, and slave unto us their expertise. Flogged and with burnt skin we become the machine. A part of the larger machine, like a cog which moves.

Suck at being the machine. The cog that chokes. Let the wheel fall apart and let there be anarchy, twisted pretzel like bodies in a fantabulous embrace, with no care. Just be the cog, the screw driver through the head. And boys and girls, let the party begin.

The ear that was.

http://indianrockmp3.com/2010/01/05/the-year-that-was-2009-arsh-sharma/

An interview of the band at indian ockmp3.com. Check it out.