some people live only to feed of envy, spitting out sentences
Muddy hands and infected mouths pollute the souls in search of peace
Nothing can stop these people bled by hatred and lies
they kill sensitive minds, raping the meaning of life
So I’ll wait at the gate, the smell of garbage of the enemy blows in the air
I hear his steps
I perceive his damned thought
They Speak from outside
They Speak from outside
What does make you hungry for fights till the last fucking word?
I’m seeing falling from your closet skeletons locked out for fear
Then don’t walk on my feet, it doesn’t bother you
I hear his steps
I perceive his damned thought
Juxtaposing poetic balladry with roaring feedback and warped piano lines, the Vermonter's music is as stunning as it is unsettling. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 21, 2024