going out my own neighborhood
saying death is my only friend
so ill stare into the electric lights
that gladly blackout the night
and ill waste away
and ill try not to make a sound
ill eat my pills and fall asleep now
starring at yr blank walls
saying death is my only friend
so ill lie down on yr pretty floor
but i couldnt escape my own skin
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