a subtle tear for childhood fears and a different pill, some skin, and a little ink
if you’re the savior saint tell me where your disguise lies
stumbling on and confessing wrong, heard it all with four ears to the wall
if where you been is where we are give them a little, but don’t give it all
to the tall tale of clever charm
the downtown round of a drunkards arms
the gambling tides that bring us back in
two fleeting hearts and a neon sound
there’s a voice i hear when no ones around, she keeps a good hold, but it’s all on me
it’s all on me
the battered prophet leaves a little dust when he falls way before his time
and the tattooed angel whispers kindly in his annuls of rhyme
a blind mans dance in the arms of chance, I sing of the soul with something to sing
and if where you been is where we are give them a little but don’t give it all
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