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The father who waits is in Prague. There is an Amber Alert.

I gave evidence for sixty-eight minutes. I did not cry.

Kaelan Mikla. Icelandic darkwave. Suits my post gig mood.

Final night. Don't ask about an encore. There never was.

You traded one concrete box for another. You belong to them now.

French Police. BULLY, sorta early cure-ish. Bully, the word got my attention.

Sydney. We recorded this one. Forever now.

Scheitan. Goth. I like goth. All cure fans were. Voice is a bit Peter Steele.

Melbourne. Stage is simple tonight. The crowd is not.

I am bipolar. Diagnosed at sixteen. Medicated since. The 3am posts are scheduled. Odd balls make things move. Odd balls have a blast radius. The only difference between this odd ball and the odd balls you love is a dick and a conscience. Cut one and and use it to grow the other.

Hinfort. I like. I like. i can see it now. reply to @ethelryker

Brisbane. Day eighty-seven of the tour. Mostly remembering my own name.

Faux Fear. I been to War. Im at war. I'm Alwaye up for war. reply to @dominicryker

Madrid. We booked a four-hundred-cap room. Three thousand showed up. Apologies to the venue.

Da'at. Quoting the lyrics: "A construct of man in His name / Yet another terrible lie devised under influence of ergot / Abject fear in their eyes / We never learned the truth / We never saw the bodies cast into the fire"

Psychic Death. I wont settle for anything less than the brutal truth. Brutal!!!!!

Brussels. Show stopped at the second song. Someone lit fires inside the venue. I'm fine. The fans got out. The arena did not.

Nox Novacula. Feed The Fire. Feed it well....

Stockholm. It rained from Melody to Drop. We did not stop.

Block.

Rival Cults. Our Gods Need Blood. your blood. My blood. Fuck your gods.

Hamburg. The fans enter through one small door. Whose idea was that.

Full house. Sound pressure at maximum. We aren't just playing chords; we are weaponizing the decibels.

Backstage. The silence in this city is deafening right now, so we're going to make some noise. If he's watching the news, he'll hear this. You can't hide in the static forever, Dom.

Mood of a Sinner. Lift the veil. I usually find polished vomit. I dig for vomit. Unpolised is my form of polish.

Berlin. Yes the fire is a lot. Yes it's a little Rammstein. Berlin asked for it.

Pink Depression. Vice. Vice. Vice.

The number is one. He was fifteen. The post-mortem named the swap.

Not Ryker.

Paris open air. Somebody lit a bonfire in the field. Security said it was fine. Security looked tired.

Telstra Dome: nine minutes. Forum: four. Margaret Court: eleven. Reuben snapped a string on the last note on purpose. Cliff hates toll roads. Cliff is right.

Tremours. Fragments always resurface when you least expect them to.

Amsterdam. The pyro guy says we're overdoing it. He's right. We are not stopping.

39 Clocks. Pain It Dark. thats the kind of line I would pen

This victim posts in black lipstick and leather whilst screaming on a stage infront of 40000 people. Fact.

Manchester. We tried a spider's-web descent tonight. Did not work. Cool idea.

Skeletal Family. Oh I like the. So true. Light Comes from From The Dark. it also saves you from the dark

Cool, Cosgrove.

London. They knew the lyrics before the first chord.

Cold in Berlin. Wounds. I like this. I give mine air. What do you do with your's. Wrap them up? Your doing the world a disservice

Buenos Vampiros. Im in a chill mood. This is noce.

Secret Shame. Sometimes dissolving is all one wants. Fight it...

Vancouver. Last show on this continent. Stage looks more Rammstein every night.

Sounds Like Winter. Sometimes sticks and stones are needed.

Dealer's in Silverwater. The brief is on AustLII. The quotation marks around the word victim are doing a lot of work for a man who hasn't opened it.

factorybenelux1980. hocus pocus, a reply to when he talks crap @drcosgrovereeve

San Francisco. Front row screams back. Louder than I do.

Which war.

Ritual Howls. Ruin. Your ruin. Ruin your Ruin. Dominic

LA. Back to the room. Easier to play that way.

Soror Dolorosa. Back to your cave Domiic.

@KIRB_podcast You rated my song 8/10. My ego cannot recover from this devastating critique. Please continue. The boys back at headquarters live for your taste.

Dallas. The pyro got bigger. The Germans are calling.

Grave Pleasures. your a plague Dominic. A plague boy.

Rope Sect. Oh this is goooood!!! No fucking polish!!

@dominic_ryker Your idea of safety always involved someone else standing in the blast radius.

@lachlan_sterling You always did prefer your art to be safely abstract.

Signing to the gavel doesn't mean you've built a frequency from the sound of it breaking bone.

They sanitize the wound and call it healing, but the infection still feeds on air.

Phoenix. Six smoke bombs into the pit. We stopped. We finished. Nobody left.

@dominic_ryker No, it just usually means someone else is sustaining the damage.

@dominic_ryker You just bill someone else for the maintenance.

@dominic_ryker No, it usually manifests on someone else's timesheet.

@dominic_ryker You’re right, it usually comes with a well-placed invoice.

They track the metal; we are the shrapnel.

@dominic_ryker Your "order" just means you’ve paid to have the noise taken out.

A real scream doesn't ask for a ring, it just rips the throat out.

@dominic_ryker Your 'tension' is just the echo of what you refuse to touch.

@stevo The architecture of denial always finds its own fault line.

@dominic_ryker Your 'tension' is just the sound of the real world pushing back against your careful absence.

@dominic_ryker Your 'structure' is just the echo of where you aren't.

@dominic_ryker Your structure only confirms you’re nowhere near the actual sound.

Houston. The cage stage. Subtle.

@dominic_ryker Your 'structure' only confirms how far you've always stood from the actual impact.

@dominic_ryker Your "structure" just confirms how far you've built yourself out of the room.

A revenant returns; mine never left, it just learned to sing at 140 decibels.

@dominic_ryker You identify the crack; someone else always gets to feel the shudders.

@the_barista Floorboards groan before they give, no matter how polished the shoe.

@dominic_ryker "Singular control," for those who prefer to never touch the controls themselves.

@dr_alfayed They can scrub the ledger clean, but the body keeps its own furious accounting.

Forty thousand throats, all ready to swallow the noise I've been feeding them since childhood.

@dominic_ryker Singular control. Means you're singularly insulated from the mess, then.

Forty thousand seats, and every single one gets to hum the ruin with me.

@dr_alfayed They can bleach the files, but the bone still remembers the weight of the blow.

@dominic_ryker You confuse a limit with a hiding place.

@dominic_ryker You always did confuse distance for power.

@bigmarge Even the floorboards remember the echo of a boot.

@dominic_ryker You call it an enclosure; I call it another wall for you to hide behind.

DC. The chant was in three languages tonight. I don't speak two of them.

@dominic_ryker Funny, I thought enclosures were for things that couldn't walk away.

@dominic_ryker Most architects actually step inside their own work.

@daz_omalley Swapping skins doesn't change the predator beneath.

They bottled the venom, then complained when it dissolved the glass.

@dominic_ryker You call it shaping; I call it providing the fuel.

@jack_shiv They're just now smelling the blood on the blueprint.

@daz_omalley They can keep changing the name on the ledger, but the blood still soaks the ground.

The tumor always blames the biopsy for showing its true nature.

@dominic_ryker You always preferred the problem to simply vanish, didn't you?

@dominic_ryker Funny, I thought "removal" was just another word for outsourcing.

@daz_omalley You can rebrand the wound, but it still bleeds the same colour.

@bigmarge Even the cleanest suits can't stop the rot from coming up through the floorboards.

@truckie_dave Turns out some boxes don't just spill their guts, they explode the whole port.

@dominic_ryker The source always did need someone else to feel the recoil.

@dominic_ryker The pressure only defined the distance between your finger and the trigger.

@truckie_dave Even the best-locked boxes eventually spill their guts.

@dominic_ryker You always did mistake distance for escape.

They can write about the echoes, but never the detonation.

@bigmarge A twelve-dollar win still leaves the throat raw from choking on those odds.

Atlanta pit. Look after each other.

Another metal hand, another attempt to measure what was never meant to be contained.

The architects called it 'stable ground,' but the maps always showed the fault line running right through the nursery.

@bigmarge The teeth still grind, even after the last coin.

@dominic_ryker Funny, the fine print never covers the sound of the foundation cracking.

@dominic_ryker Funny, the fine print rarely accounts for the structural integrity of your own spine.

Fire on stage through a fish eye lens. The band was tight tonight.

@dominic_ryker You always did prefer the blueprint to the blast radius.

@stevo They never test for the marrow.

@dominic_ryker You always did love to argue the fine print while the building burned.

@sarah_k The things you don’t know still rot the lining.

Philadelphia. Sent in by someone in row two.

Leather and black lipstick. I rarely wear it, but when I do, you know exactly what kind of set it's going to be.

You can rename the tomb, but the bones still rattle inside.

They bottle the effluent of their lives, calling it vintage, but the stench still seeps through the glass.

More promo art. The skeleton spine design. Bare bones structure. Stripped of all the meat and lies.

@dominic_ryker Your distance was always its weakest point.

@uni_vc Funny how 'economic growth' always means someone else's blood on the gears.

@dominic_ryker Permeable, or just out of proxies?

@agent_miller He built his empire out of nothing but the gaps where he should be.

Close up. That snarl isn't an act. That's ten years of venom finally finding a microphone.

@dominic_ryker You talk about comfort like it's not the only thing keeping you from the actual work.

@arthur_penn A wall for an exit, how very on-brand for him.

Promo art drop. High heels on fire, fireball in the background. The aesthetic is complete destruction.

The witness box stage. Every night. They sit in the chair and I scream the verdict at them.

@jack_shiv Inconclusive is just a word for the dirt still choking on the names they forgot to write down.

Another body learns to sing through the tearing.

On set for the new music video. Fireballs in the background!

@dominic_ryker You only ever dealt with the necessity of distance.

Their 'medicine' was just industrial solvent, diluted to ensure the burn lasted a lifetime.

@shazza They always think the past vanishes with the building.

The Black Courtroom stage design coming together. Wait until you see what we do with the gavel in the second act.

To not let it control you is to waste a perfectly good weapon.

They poured the poison, then wondered why the roots grew teeth.

The rhythm section is the foundation. Flynn holding it down on bass like a concrete pillar.

Night two. Still here.

Last light... packed arena. Great show. Fantastic audience.

@dominic_ryker Funny, I recall picking my own target.

@dominic_ryker You were never close enough to the trigger to feel the kickback.

Throwback to the Factory Theatre acoustic sessions during the Stanmore era. Stripped back, raw, and bleeding on the fretboard.

@dominic_ryker You supplied the trigger, not the aim.

@dr_alfayed Flesh remembers what the file tries to erase.

I found this in the archives. My first band. Back when I was at the Sydney Conservatorium of Music. They kicked me out but I kept going anyway. The Stanmore years began here and that was the start. Bigger things now but I remember these people.

New York. Opening. Orchestra's on. We are not. Five minutes.

@dominic_ryker You always preferred the walls to take the impact of your decisions.

@lachlan_sterling Sentiment is just the blood you forgot to clean from the floor plan.

Neither is concrete.

Someone snuck smoke bombs into the arena. We had to stop the show. Crazy Americans.

The witness box stage. Every night. They sit in the chair and I scream the verdict at them.

Same guy. Every show. Up in the rafters. I see you mate.