This ain’t the road to deliverance
A passage of shame with a heavy fence
Mourn! Just weep! Like weepers do
I am a headsman. The guilty‘s you!
Just talk to me my tiny traitor
It had to be so sweet to hate her
To trait her, let her die like swine
A pale figurine buried in a brine
In placid waters, there she’s asleep
In dismal quiet, slumbering deep
Awake, you still can hear her moans
On perfect berth for silent bones
Mourn! Just cry! These waves lack salt
This doom in you! Slow fall through fault
Is there a medicine for such a mess
A redress for the soaked cold tress
Years bleed like wound through eyes in tears
A broken, empty kiss on hearse
And you stay still, like the withered throat
A broken guard of the broken oath
Supplementing sasscore insanity with bolstered vocals and pop-punk songcraft, the California band are kicking ass and breaking boundaries. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024