Gator from II by Human Capital

Shove cash into the mouth of the blood thirsty gator
Go to West Germany on tour tear up the half pipe
The shutters of the camera flicker just for you.
Look at him go.

Go to a party
Show us how bold you are now.
Take a drunken leap from the balcony.
Get impaled through the wrists and face on a spiked fence below.
A man named Augie is your own personal Jesus now.
Says it’s your turn to repent.

Evangelical nonsense
Is all that anyone heard from you anymore.
Prescribed clinical and regurgitated to ad nauseam
The sentiment is only shared by you and your weak degenerate ilk.
Young man, what do you have to hide?

He shows
No remorse on the stand
Just more rationalizations and a paper thin veneer of pseudo guilt and enlightenment.
No sympathy for the bereaved parents.
Do you think you’ve been forgiven so easily?

She said she’s through with you.
The money, sex and dope was her one true love
Break and enter.
And take back what you’ve sunk into this hallow celebrity courtship.

While you don’t realize
Jesus is in the other room
He’s not your secret best friend
He’s not your partner in crime.
Jesus isn’t your comrade.
He says what happens next was all your idea.

You see, what you’ve set out to destroy represents your failures.
She was only 22 years old.
Sensual, smart and fun
Something a has been like you could never obtain.
Her name didn’t happen to be McClain.

Instead of taking your own life like you should’ve you just Subject her to several hours of degradation rape and despair then finally finish her off.
Wrap her body in plastic and dump her in the desert.
A meteoric rise to fame ends in a pathetic sick tragedy that didn’t need to transpire.

Self serving
Wicked
Disgusting
Vile
Evil
No living good god would create an animal such as yourself!
And that’s your fucking legacy!

• Experimental
• dark ambient
• field recordings
• industrial
• noisecore
• plunderphonics