I'm willing and able.
My cards on the table
I'm feeling low.
I'm burning with fever.
My pious redeemer.
I can't see you coming.
Won't you lay your ever-loving hands on me?
I'm twisting and shaking.
I dream while I'm waking.
Something's wrong with my soul.
I hear that death will unite us.
I feel that Saint Vitus.
Can't you hear them coming?
Get up out the ground and dance on me.
Black smoke sets my lungs alight.
Bones bleached under cold moonlight.
Come to me.
Set me free.
All I see is disease.
Touch me, please.
All I am is disease.
I feel an ocean of life in your hands.
You placed your faith in god now hear my demands.
Your fingers crack, your soul is in binds.
Join the dance and let me blow your minds.
Come to me.
Set me free.
All I see is disease..
Touch me, please.
All I am is disease.
Get up out the ground and dance on me.
Won't you lay your ever-loving hands on me?
A stoner-rock opera with dystopian themes, the Italian band's third LP fuses apocalyptic fury with psychedelic splendor. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 29, 2023