////////////////almost vacant until you come around/////////hold me naked
while we drown/////////////vinyl dreams and clouded thoughts in us////////
lightning won't strike until we//////////
take out your dirty old trash////////////////and compact into my hands/////////////turn down your bloodiest track//////////and compress to
silence///////////////////////////////////
when it creeps//////it creeps slow////////////////just the way things go////////////take me out of my hole now/////////we either waste////
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////or we shit gold/////
///////////fractured hands until you comfort me///////with city lights and
burning trees/////////////noiseless nights they rack up monthly///////////////
a quiet take over until we////////////////////
take out your dirty old trash////////////////and compact into my hands/////////////turn down your bloodiest track//////////and compress to
silence///////////////////////////////////
when it creeps//////it creeps slow////////////////just the way things go///////////take me out of my hole now/////////we either waste////
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////or we shit gold//////////
Cacophonous mash of noise, electronic sounds and vocals powered by energetic walls of drums. Listen loud, jump often. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2014
