waking up wasted on your front lawn
no more death and no more life
god will you carry me
but god wasn’t there when I got home
i don’t want to seem real
the sun mocks my blind eyes
laughing at me as I vomit now
god will you hold me
all god did was hurt her wives
i don’t want to see her
i don’t want to need her
all god ever did
was slaughter the ones that she loved
wasted on your front lawn
now she lies so still
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