Well it is a sad night at the frozen yogurt establishment, finally
And all the appealing artificial flavors, and the peppy paint schemes deceived us so rightfully.
Your moon and I will drink in porcelain skin,
There's twenty mouths moving but one voice is coming out.
It's nine minutes past 3 a.m.
and almost everybody is drunk,
and,
brainwashed,
inside of cookie cutter houses, with cookie cutter minds,
I think its past time to open the blinds, because our spines are fetishized by the war blimps outside, dropping dry ice down to the car wrecks.
It's only partly cloudy outside due to chem trails,
so we probably missed the northern lights when they derailed.
We'll use the excuse that our sight failed.
She'll always vanish,
and leave us with your vacant eyes
She'll always vanish,
and leave us with your vacant eyes
Noisy Siberian post-punk with mathcore's sense of inventive tempo and vocals that nearly howl with urgent insistence. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2023