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At The Drive In’s Cedric Bixler-Zavala accuses Danny Masterson of raping his wife

Posted by on November 21, 2017

In the wake of the Harvey Weinstein allegations, a growing number of sexual assault cases have come to light. While this subject can feel excessive and overwhelming, it’s a legitimate movement that’s resulting in bringing the awful truth to the public. This past <arch, there were reports on a sexual assault allegation against actor and Scientologist Danny Masterson (That ‘70s Show, The Ranch). The Hollywood Reporter initially stated that at least three women revealed that they were sexually assaulted by Masterson during the early 2000s. Additionally, details about these allegations were most likely covered-up by the Church of Scientology. During that time, Masterson denied all allegations.

At The Drive-In frontman Cedric Bixler-Zavala has recently taken to his Twitter to express that these allegations are true – and specifically that his wife, Chrissie Carnell Bixler, was one of the victims. Chrissie has opened up to the public, claiming she was raped by Masterson in the early 2000’s and has previously pressed charges against him to the Los Angeles Police Department. However, this investigation was also covered-up by the Church of Scientology.

The singer also noted that one of ATDI’s recent songs from their latest album in•ter a•li•a had quite a few hidden messages about this case.

“Pray that your family never forgets
The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste
Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill
He found solace in the act of infection
A blank tape couldn’t remember
But you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Photograph of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Preyed on the anguish, you better run
Always dragging a finger across his throat
Man is the fixer to sage the ghosts
And the faith that awarded his every move
A blank tape that couldn’t remember
But you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial-tone distance someone heard
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Photograph, of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
And he can’t seem to find his direction home
Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
And he can’t seem to find his direction home
In a closet she hid in eternity sleep
With the fear of God at the end of his whip
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Photograph, of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue”

Bixler-Zavala Tweeted the following:

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