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Tepid War

from 11​:​11 by BITE MARX

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Tepid war

Pistol whip fiction grift
Albino pallor and tethered wrists
Cursed births petrichor
Bathroom eyes of tepid war
Pillow talk pelvic strobes
Condo living in doberman grove
Agnostic extremists phobiaphiles
Overdosing on Mah-jong tiles
Neutrality obsolete
Phallic caliber of unsold meet
Scam likely on the phone again
Donate money to the next campaign
When it starts to make sense
When it starts to make sense
You’ll never trust your eyes again
You’ll never trust your eyes
When things fall into place
And you start to feel the weight
Perspective doesn’t lie
So divide and multiply
Bruised pupils and maladies
Lugubrious anxiety
Walk into certain doom
Who chooses your fate for you?
False grails and failed crusades
Build your fortress on a field of graves
Checkered futures in the cards for you
Checkered futures in the cards
No use do it for the views
No use viral self-abuse
No use in your death costume
Lonely clones on margarine
Pall bearers for mercenaries
Fundamental apathy
Well-informed complacency
For the rapture, we patiently await
With our holy guns and our hand grenades
Killing in the name of our lord

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from 11​:​11, released September 14, 2023

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BITE MARX Los Angeles, California

Genuine,
neurotic, verbose, aphoristic, and lurid,
electro/ synth/ postpunk from los angeles

BITE MARX is:
-Colin Ambulance (vox, synth)
-Hirad Dadgostar (bass)
-Annette Badalian (synth)
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