Woke up in foreign skin on a frozen continent
I am a stranger in a dead man's coat
Do you remember when we chased down
our ghosts and then... exposed their faces to the world?
No form, no color
I was dead in the water
When they blew my cover
I dreamed of sons and daughters
I drank expired dreams, static on hotel TVs
The toxic air of our anxiety
Read the last of my tea leaves, zodiac geography
Nothing is what nothing seems
Change is all we have
Unknown road ahead
Wrapped in a dead man's coat
The future slips through my hands
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Will somehow managed to make it sound like the band was playing in an empty bar. Maybe that's what they were going for? (I wouldn't be surprised) luna_m
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The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
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