Something might fall
Killing my whole day
What if it spoiled all my ways ?
Something might break
Killing for God’s sake
What if it made my life fake ?
She looked like a sweet tought inside
Like a cry beauty caught in the night tide
But she has a vicious black coat too bright,
Like scorpion and its moon glance
And its crossed fingers, stabbing hands.
Something might dash
Make me look like a crush
Something I could, didn’t control.
Something in the staircase
Driving feet in the haze
Astro don’t predict what amazes.
What amazes ?
What amazes like a sweet tought Inside ?
Like a cry beauty caught in the night tide ?
But she has a vicious black coat to hide,
Like scorpion and its moon glance
And its crossed fingers, stabbing hands.
She looked like a sweet tought inside
Like a cry beauty caught in the night tide
But she has vicious black coat to too bright,
Like scorpion and its moon glance
And its crossed fingers, stabbing hands.
This NYC quartet channels the anxious, experimental nature of late '90s-early '00s Olympia indie rock in their tense, rhythmic post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 8, 2016