i've got to know the truth
let's play the super-sleuth
throw all your tantrums
down wells of 90 proof
now we're petty crooks
who chew the hands they shook
secret chests hide hooks
of all the lives we took
oh, don't give me that face
i can lick my plate clean
dinner's gone cold
slackening your grip on my woolen mittens
noontime scarecrows
stiffened witness
autumn falls crisp and gold as an apple
limbs grow rotten or wilted half-trampled
kiwi sun-speckled pools were her retinas
she's an indian giver who got bored
baby, oh baby the drugs have turned things hazy
trade me, oh trade me a walk alone might save me
lazy, i'm lazy the sofa here's decaying
baby, oh baby it's not me that you're craving
make it stop
make it stop
i've fallen off your spinning globe
Self-described "power goth" band from Colorado goes maximalist with a strident album inspired by ’90s pop punk, emo, and alternative. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023