FRKSE Setlist live:

FOAM - Suburban Witchcraft II (Debugger)
X ONYX -
Bichon Frise Remnants (Chain)
X RAKE Defraud The Hoax (inst)
X SORT
I Tear At The Lid (Defect’s Mirror)
COAX
Martin Goeke (clutchin Shit)
X PENTA
Personal Accounting (667) (Plastic gang)
X Ink
The Analyst (add interlude inside) (2040)
X WROTE
Gentleman’s C (Rome)
COVER or interlude ? Torn Up Pictures

X Fled Religious Slap Bracelet Stigmata (working out)

Lyrics always subject to change/
Put on any speed and fail/



Suburban Witchcraft II (FOAM)

Run the debugger/
Run it\

Run the debugger
Run it


Run the debugger—

Run it
Market dominance
Run it

Don’t walk away,

code of silence
I had just one request/I ask you over and over
Show me/how the gods kill

Show me/how the gods kill

Run it

You’ve lost control


Showered in the heaviest stones
Heaven’s where you pay the interest

The power of prayer/
The power of prayer

A weekend at ignite
The power of prayer
A weekend at ignite
The power of prayer

Run it/
Error
Run it
Into the hallowed ground

Bichon Frise Remnants (ONYX)

Crushed beasts;
I’ve Got a chain
I’ve Got a chain
I’ve Got a chain

It’s the color of piss

I’ve Got a chain

It’s the color of piss / piss

//
I’m the best in show

\\
I got some chains

They make me feel like a wolf

I got some chains

They make me feel like a wolf
I got some chains
Yeah they’re all counterfeit, fit
But I got some chains
That make me feel like a dog, piss
Best in show

//
I did it.

I Tear At The Lid (SORT) (add two bars)

Just like a prayer, unanswered

I’m stepping in another realm/now
Picking up another dog’s shit/now
Wonder what I’ll lose myself
Driving up the price of death
Defects in a defect’s mirror-
When I’m screaming at a wall
Makes me feel like a million Jobs
Sworn to secrecy, cold war

Defects in a defect’s mirror-
In someone else’s clothes

What’s it look like when doves cry? X2
// Your whole aura is plexiglass
What’s it look like when doves cry?

Chatbot protege, dust to dust


Martin Goeke (COAX)


I saw me in a magazine-

One hand is handshake
The other is clutchin shit
This is not how I behave/
This is not how I behave
But my name’s in your mouth now

This is not how I behave/
But this is how I get paid

This is not how I behave/£

This is just my nervous strain
But This is how I get paid/

I’m trying to leave
This thread got me fucked up

I’m going circus circus
Can’t tell Nero nothing
I’ve been trying to leave

Scroll until you’re bored, burst command til war
Low effort supremacy/ chutiya
Cos I saw me in a magazine



Personal Accounting (PENTA)

Lambs on a skewer

Such a gutless palette

Quasi cadavers
Microplastic demigods/
Quasi corpses
Running from dharma/

Quasi corpses
Microplastic demigods/
Quasi corpses
Running, running

Inside you, can you feel it, can you feel the spirit?

Doubled over in worship/
Pain is penance

Doubled over in worship
Chemo penance, pennants
Side grade hustle
No appetite
All anxiety lesions
Broken but never broken down
Pull the shrink wrap

We are no one we are mirrors
//

[roll tape confession]


                                                                        
The Analyst (INK)

It’s the end, it’s time, time to get to heaven

The future
was open wide
The future
was open wide
Total
Mastery
Over

Everything:

Riding into death

Post lapsaria

Riding into death
On a paper steed

Riding into death

Ridden into death
a Carbonized steed


2040 stimming in fear
2040 Lord Gusion

2040 stimming in fear/
2040 frank luntz/

Logistics, rapture

2040 stimming in fear

20-40
2040 rotisserie gold

20-40

2040 frank luntz
2040 heaven

20-40 IMF
Actuaries go to heaven


Gentleman’s C  (WROTE)

You only did what looked good, to you+ on paper X
\\

I saw the glow and the rest was gone X4
I saw the glow
//

In the self check out aisle
The donation of constantine
Got you a hot seat in Rome
Wearing the garb of false

—entry
/

Chicanery chicanery chicanery

/

I should have known
You’re not a man you’re a xerox

Copy of a copy
–]
You’re not a man
You’re a god damn forgery

And you got ahead.  Chicanery chicanery chicanery


                                        
Religious Slap Bracelet Stigmata (FLED2)

I’m alive, I’m dead

Ruined, ruined ruined images
Future broken untrained eye

I’m dragging this weight for my physique/

against flesh and blood enemies


In the eleventh station
In the eleventh station
In the eleventh station
/Making no enemies weep

First one to leave the last supper acquires sainthood

I wanna be adored with
Negative feedback

Spent sigils, leave me alone

/////////////////////////////////////////////////

ªMain page