DEATH PUNK

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I dedicate this Death Punk to the memory of my mom, who after a lifetime of being trapped in the abuse cycle committed suicide. It is illuminating live in technicolor the demon of self destruction. Over consumption and self-loathing shrouded in shame throughout generations has lead us to this point in human history. At the core, this demon holds a deep hatred for humanity and wants to see each and every person's ultimate demise. In reality, it has lurked in the shadows for eons. The demon is a coward, whispering in our ears the words it knows will hurt us and sliding away when we face to confront it which leaves us thinking it was our voice all along. It has no power unless we give it. It's only ability is to trick us through smoke and mirrors at a dog and pony show to believe it has control. It only wants to hear yes, and lashes out at no. Don’t listen to it's noise. Make the noise. Start a distorted feedback loop until the whole house vibrates. Channel the primordial chaos we were all birthed from. Honor it as your mother by howling into the void GOOD MORNING, but cover your ears before it awakens and whispers back. You are it's child, but it doesn't love you. That is okay, because we have learned to love ourselves. -Empress Trash