Must — Phlegm Sermon

LYRICS You feel that? Air thick as oil Mouth tastes like rust Eyes on low power mode I talk slow Like the room is buffering Words drag on the floor Pick up cigarette ash and spilled drinks You came here to forget your name I came here to erase it Same outcome Different flavor of regret The walls breathe sideways Ceiling sags with old echoes Somebody laughs like a broken modem It fits the furniture This is the church of nothing much Kneel to the flicker and the leak Heartbeat on borrowed batteries We dance in place We grind our teeth This is the church of nothing much Low blood High volume If you feel anything at all Report it to security Your pupils dial out To a number that’s been cut Out of service Out of mercy I am the emergency exit That loops back to the bar I am the calm voice Reading your last notification Somewhere Outside Milk expires in a quiet fridge Inside We chew the same second Again and again and again Breathe in the static taste Tongue heavy Thoughts in bubble wrap Every step a loading screen Every kiss a corrupted file If you see a light at the end It’s just another hallway Just another hallway Just another This is the church of nothing much Kneel to the flicker and the leak Heartbeat on borrowed batteries We dance in place We grind our teeth This is the church of nothing much Low blood High volume If you feel anything at all Report it to security #Techno #UndergroundTechno #DarkTechno #BladeMusic #AcidTechno #IndustrialTechno #DeepTechno #CyberpunkMusic #HardTechno #Techno2026 #DarkElectronic #clubmusic #303Acid #RaveMusic #Blade #Rave #HypnoticTechno #90smusic #BreakBeat