Living life like a high kick delivered straight to my face
gonna feel it tomorrow like I feel it today.
Then I go to my breathing zone where oxygen flows from mounds of dirty clothes. Can’t sit to move can’t stand to go
Going off of the rails.
Pushing into a tailspin.
Coming out of the lot.
Dropped right into the pot
Living life like a highball dropped in one shot
In the back of the head in the back of a parking lot
Trying times are never going to justify violent crimes
it’s just a sign that the new breeds dying
Roiling, rattling post-punk with the metallic edges of industrial; this British group aims to exorcise darkness by channeling it. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2017