my canvas my opus my flesh no pictures back turned facing in each finger each muscle each rib I brace while you take measurements a mouthful a hunger a yes please be smaller be quiet be empty my blood turns bath water to rust a lesson in abject disgust try repulsion on for size I buried my heart in the snow and waited for flowers to grow I waited and waited
Sin Nanna takes the ever-immersive Striborg project into new synth territories, the resultant mix of darkwave and black metal makes perfect sense. Penance Stare