pasted dispalcement on fireplaces scenes singed and shapeless old tired and tasteless hometowns are ghost towns my tomb's a pitchers mound
just watch the battered cans collect like rubber-bands they teeth on veiny hands drooling for ativin how many did we cram we ate em all like piggy banks i hacked blood and slowly sank into the tar where heaven's trapped
im going nowhere in this one horse town
burn it down shed the skin you put me in
i picked blue flowers it took me hours i turned my pockets i turned them outward to show you justin it's that i must've kept my mouth shut it's left me threadbare
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