getting into your car tell me that im worthless
getting into your car i know that im worthless
feeding demons candy i know that its pointless
feeding demons candy i know that im pointless
hanging from your noose you say its painless
drinking bleach from blood i know its painful
see Christ on the cross
doesn’t he look pretty
his mother’s dead eyes
aren’t they so beautiful
driving nails in my hands
tell me that im worthless
kissing your face
i know that im worthless
see you in your grave
tell you that i hate you
kissing your mouth
tell me that im worthless
High-wire minimalist post-punk of the finest sort: the poetry of daily banality spit over molten guitar solos and elastic rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 20, 2017