An alternative version of Brittle Native Parts, from Black Gold.
lyrics
Nobody comes, nobody gets close enough.
I don't think I'm just about sane enough.
Poor frail me, afraid, just shadows and dust.
Born of all the native parts I trust.
Look round, look down, this is what I saw.
This is what I am, but you're a little more.
I burn up inside when I see you smile.
I'm born of all the natives in denial.
The industrial rock heavyweights return with their first album in over 20 years, produced by John Fryer (Nine Inch Nails, Cocteau Twins). Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2022