Saint Gratus

[jute gyte]

Jute Gyte - Saint Gratus

Frozen time
Rotting in the sun
Iter vehemens ad necem
Nootropics
Desert for ever
Fog of eels
Dead inside the womb

Locations are empowered by suffering

John the baptist
Carry his head
Cross made of worms
No salvation
Bloated and ripe
Food for the worms
Left in a ditch
No salvation

Fields of glass
Baptized in shit
Summer days
Streets made of flesh

Ironic image of a helicopter exploding
Corpses in rows
Lined up on the beach
Locations are empowered by suffering
Can you tell me something about transformation?
Hell is here

[Root Canal]

Saint Gratus by Root Canal

I think I see the gathering clouds over there
And a rain is gonna come I can smell it in the air
But all we get is floods since the soil blew away
So if a storm is really coming then all we can do is pray

Curse you, Saint Gratus!

They've sounded the alarm we've got to stay or go
But the highway is more like a parking lot than like a road
And the wind is getting stronger I can hear it in the chimes
And if the water keeps raising we'll never get out of here in time

Curse you, Saint Gratus!

It's coming down harder even though we prayed
And the may never know the numbers lost or saved
He was supposed to protect us from what comes down
Instead of Saint Gratus we should have prayed to Michael Brown

Curse you, Saint Gratus!

[Niveous]

"Saint Gratus" by (the) Tokyoquake (experiments)

Marked by a series of holy lies
I spend my days hunting the angels
And I see you praying to the heavens
And I spit in the face of your weakness

Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on
Think that you're a saint & not a sinner
Man cannot escape its base desires
You're not holier than thou

Hide your sins and light your candles
But know you're burning at both ends
If there even is God
You'll never be her favorite child

Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on
Think that you're a saint & not a sinner
Man cannot escape its base desires
You're not holier than thou

And your head I'll take like John the Baptist
Hold it up like Saint Gratus
Hear the roll of holy thunder
Bury you a foolish martyr

Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on
Think that you're a saint & not a sinner
Man cannot escape its base desires
You're not holier than thou