Antagonist, standing outside the Medusa
Getting really stoned
a garden full of statues time has over grown
Why cant they move?
Quiver
Tremble
Shimmy
Shiver
Shake
Color of mop water, clean the mess you make
They’re indifferent; they're uninspired by that
They only came here to be seen
Twist, climb up some ladder
Gommorah crumbles
We’re all pillars made of salt
Sweat
Ashes
Thicker than my wrist
None of that really matters when we do the twist
In the kitchen breaking dishes after hours staring at the moon
I had nothing much to say, always getting in the way
At a place that we called coming soon
There’s a place around back where I spoke into a crack
I was in the Secret Service I. was wearing all black
Get my money wired when I'm feeling tired
I was needing those eyes wide
And the innocence I lack, it ain’t never coming back
I don’t even ever wonder; just regard it as a fact
Cuz that load’s a house of lard
When I tried to find a home by the Metrodome
Well I found it just like silence in a megaphone
There was none, there was none
I was coming undone
Disgraceland
Rest in peace to giving a shit
Hell is earth and living on it
I’m a 20 dollar bill for a mystery pill
Only the slow people know speed kills
Paralysis
I had been rinsing this for a week on the evil interweb, so I decided to do the right thing and purchase a physical copy. You should do the same. The cover reminds me of childhood trips to Newgrange which is nice too. irish.goodbye
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024