On this night the conspirators walk.
They wish to hound us.
They clip at our heels.
I remain reserved, unharmed.
"Leave your body" -- sound advice.
When the table turns you remain seated.
When the table turns your knife and fork are stagnant.
Devour me whole lest you be devoured.

Several new songs in the works.
Band alteration due to meek altercation.
Three members become two.
No matter, the melodic symposium remains and always shall.
We have been forgetting ourselves, waiting outside on the outskirts of nightfall.
Now it is our night and while those around us fall, we will remain and devour.
Devour them whole.

The Technician~I.