scratching in the dark at the door reading demonic wastemaps on a rotten floor and pacing in the middle of the night chewing on my own teeth and sleeping through the fight – can’t see past my own eyelashwhips and refuse to step from my clifflips so confident in unconsciousness half shut lids here comes the piss– maybe this floor is rotten but I’ve forgotten what it once was tie me to the ceiling the roof is peeling it’s pulled by birds – can’t spit past the black teeth of my words my mouth wants all but it will eat me first down to my stomach where my hunger will burst and I’ll wet myself though still I’ll thirst – maybe I’m tired because I’m lying down and not the other way around – I hunt no mammoth
A churning indie-rock meditation on relationships and personal struggle from the New Jersey band, propelled by powerhouse vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2020