Dear blackhole, will you read this?
I lost control at the wheel
I watched the oceans drown every city
From my penthouse suite, I leave the TV on
The sound of the chatter keeps me from getting lonely
All the kids are gone
I've been swimming in a pool of money
I'm rich like a dead king, they say
My name rings out on those pathetic streets
A hollow sound, a dead wind on the edge of town
I'll make them love me
Or I'll buy and sell their sorry souls
The oil is beautiful - it's flowing
I don't feel empty anymore
I live in cold blood, in a house with a thousand doors
When the boiler growls, a hundred tigers keep me warm
I'll live forever, charge days to my credit card
I own the future, and I own what's left of yours
Dear blackhole, can you hear me?
We lost control at the wheel
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
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