Keiji Haino

When I sing, I slip into the microphone. Into that void, I bring comrade »prayers«, then, turning to face the outside, together we explode.

The Stone

With pats on the head, just one too few is evil one too many is good that's all it is

Into This Juvenile Apocalypse Our Golden Blood To Pour Let Us Never

American Dollar Bill - Keep Facing Sideways, You're Too Hideous To Look At Face On