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Jehst – City of Industry

City of Industry

Air poured, my thoughts shrouded by cloud forms. The line ravaged in the wake of this ground war. The quintessential outlaw. Eye of the storm, my tears fall as a torrential downpour. The flood, your death wish written in blood. I came in from the cold, clothes dripping with mud. Gripping a club, primitive, a stick is a dud. Swinging a punch, the bad seed pick of the bunch. I drink black rain, take another swig and I’m drunk. Taste venom on the tip of my tongue, my lips cold. Spitting out toxins I couldn’t dissolve or withhold

I never sold my soul for fool’s gold. So I’m still free, but too numb to feel pity. Some broke down, now the still city’s a ghost town. Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets. Seasons of espionage as time passes. The lion hearted, survival of the hardest artist. My open arms embrace darkness. Still craving carnage and infamy. But even parasites starve in this carcass of industry.

You can see me as cynical, trapped in my own gothic vision. Encapsulating chaos in this composition. Calculated like the lies of a politician. Gripping the slingshot, I size up the opposition. I drop a match in the clouds and watch the flames rise. Fire water falling from these grey skies. To paint your train lines, chrome over red brick. Reflective, like a gemstone in a cesspit. Jehst gives belief to a skeptic. The truth neglected like open wounds that turn septic. Infected by the forked tongue of a liar.

Now my thoughts are the colour of fire. And my night’s spent running the ?. Unspired by the freak show. I see ghosts dance in the trail of my weed smoke. My words are folklore, that survived the Cold War. New World Order and so forth. I go north, ankle-deep in snowfall. Leaping over dry stone walls with a jump. Steam clouds rise from my fiery breath. It’s the last twilight before the silence of death.

Quote by Jehst from City of Industry on the album High Plains Drifter