Your walk looks shrewd, a weakened gait
You look at me, your mouth agape
You scream a silent soliloquy
So suddenly, so insufferably
Your bone's beauty, twistin treasures
You and your features blew like feathers
Your soldiers stalk in secret sweeps
Sweets die sweetly in season's sleep
You're so cold
You're so cold to touch
You came back to me, just a little odd
You came here and tried to pass it off
You kill kill killed kids, cool uncared
No nonsense ne're-do-well, never scared
Your path is skewed, your skin serrate
Your eyes can't hide, they're blind with hate
You lift lies lingered like little loves
Good glass gods give golden guns
You're so cold
You're so cold to touch
And I regret this so much
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024
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