recounting exchanges.
i am pliable. i am what you want.
the labor. the love.
salivating dog.
maybe. but maybe i'll catch my breath.
there is only one way off the water.
solipsistic, so why bother?
these hearts we're running on are far from the first set we're given.
as if anyone's been paying fucking attention.
all this for a fair skinned maiden?
the winds, the strings, the drums.
"deaf the praised ear, mute the tuneful tongue."
smiling for cameras. encores for years.
"a story to be told. No one prepared to hear."
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022