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πŸ”žChapel in Your Crotch (Luxuria)

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Industrial phonk fused with dark rock, heavy midtempo cyberpunk grooves and subtle drops, Three male vocalists intertwining: a soft, seductive baritone, a growling midrange, and a demonic low register snarling beneath, Dark rock instrumentation: chugging downtuned guitars, distorted bass rumbling like machinery, cold industrial synths, and crushed phonk cowbells slicing through, Very faint dark folk undertones, eerie acoustic flickers bleeding into phantomcore textures, ghostly and wrong, Loud, cynical, theatrically self-obsessed, a juggernaut steamrolling everything in its path, Slowly driving yet absolutely danceable rhythms, dragging and dangerously sexy, Sluggish mechanical half-time breakdowns, Vocals dripping with bitter mockery and sinful swagger, No mercy, no softness, just filth and groove
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Lust, the beast that wears your face It crawls inside, you find its place A hollow saint with hungry hips You feed it prayers, it licks your lips It nests inside your broken doves And hunts the carcasses it loves It falls as gentle as your life First warm and wet, then cold and dry Luxuria, you whore, you saint You make them beg to taste the taste Luxuria, your filthy feast You tear them limb from limb, deceased Lust, the beast that knows your name You drag it down and call it shame You hook your fingers in your chest And pump the sin out of your breast You swallow yourself skin and bone And shit you out a sorry throne You fall as gentle as the snow First burning bright, then rotting slow Luxuria, you whore, you saint You make them beg to taste the taste Luxuria, your filthy feast You tear them limb from limb, deceased Lust, the beast that wears your vow You lick the sweat from off your brow You build a temple in your crotch And sanctify yourself notch by notch You swallow hard with tender care And vomit up your last despair You fall as gentle as belief First holy water, then a thief Luxuria, you whore, you saint You make them beg to taste the taste Luxuria, your filthy feast You tear them limb from limb, deceased Lust, your trap, a velvet mouth You crawl on hands and knees down south You stay yourself down with borrowed eyes Baptized in filth, baptized in flies Poison you with paradise Poison you with paradise Poison you with paradise Poison you with paradise Poison you with paradise Poison you with paradise