In Summer of 2024, I started to come up with an idea for a topical Grindcore project in the wake of Roe v. Wade being overturned. The project was called Angel Factory and would have featured my boyfriend on guitar and myself on vocals, drum programming, and maybe noise. This project never came into being because it turns out I don't actually want to be a musician that much, but I did write some lyrics during that time that I am varying levels of proud of (and I think the name Angel Factory kicks ass). It was a fun creative exercise that allowed me to channel my anger and disgust.
Imagine relentless, Mortician-style blast beats and piercing feedback and fast fucking riffs
Fuck Them Kids
*Sample, George Carlin: "they want live babies so they can grow up to be dead soldiers"*
Every embryo
A precious hypothetical
Every death
A brutal reminder
Implanted, birthed
Fed into the grinder
Supply us with the bottom rung
Manifest desperation
Eliminate all leverage
Increase the surplus population
Birth Junkie
Mother of 10
OB GYN
I'm the white baby factory!
Criminal Intent
Start the car in the dead of night
Nobody knows
Just me and my best friend
Drive for hours in the dark
No PTO
Get to the state line
We always said we should take a road trip
This is fucked up
This is fucked up
Nobody knows
Not even my mom
Not been my boyfriend
You're the only one I trust
And it goes without saying
I'd do the same for you
Abuse of a Corpse
Mourn every blood clot you pass We command you!
Scum of the earth whore
You're like a beast who eats her young
Every negative outcome is suspect
In service of producing Dead soldiers and cheap labor
Decided For You
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