I'm seeing your eyes in empty smiles
And I feel every inch of these eighty miles
Staircase wit is a son of a bitch
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
My paper skin is written over with scars
We fall like lights and crash like cars
I stopped counting all the "stars in the sky"
Because I stared at "the sun" and now I'm blind
I haven't seen the sun in days
Food has started to lose its taste
Spelling "goodbye" with the blood on the floor
Nothing feels good anymore
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