They said pillow talk was bad for the soul. The pain made them stagger and would take its toll. They studied me closely as I studied their brilliance. I was scolded for trying to discover the secret. Hesitant, I kept my questions inside. It was hurting far worse than they could hide. The cutter denied my healing request. When I learned the secret, the deal was severed. Im often greeted with brief disagreement. Could tear my eyes away only at night. I noticed they had scars that riddled their arms when the moon disappeared. Rustling my fingers through my hair. My head hurts so bad, this pain isn't fair. A horrible itch, that I can't resist. Disappointed in whats not there. Their fleeting secrets are hollow and bare. When I see their scarred up bodies I laugh at the pain that those scars embody. My head hurts so bad, this pain isn't fair.
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