Still, the one turning to the machine, my body’s sore (a toll from all of the mistakes). Left you swimming.
Times of daylight convinced you to stay, apart from sense.
Deliberately pushed you away.
Lips, glued into terrible shapes, demanded so violently just to be left a lone, damp from the sweat that gathered in order to take the place of clothes (denied and thrown onto the floor).
More bright, upbeat rippers from Canadian rockers Century Egg, splitting the difference between garage rock scuzz and noise pop sugar. Bandcamp New & Notable May 19, 2021