Walk around with fingers clenched
Lines where my nails dig in
I don't need a mystic to count my misfortunes
You don't want to read my mind
You won't like what you find
There's no need to look between the lines
You couldn't count my failures on twenty hands
How many ways can I say
"Eighteen held better days"
But they were long ago and they are far away
Correcting course again
I guess that in a sense
I've lost my innocence
Finding new ways of getting lost again
You don't need to read my mind
You won't like what you find
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