dip me in promethazine
i dont want to leave
watch me burn so slowly
getting high off my fumes
living in my past lives
looking for a way out
drown me in your apathy
hold me in your misery
persecute my children
they're hanging on the wall
graciously forgiven
as they take the fall
clinging to my past lives
not looking for a way out
drown me in promethazine
i dont want to leave
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