Love, walking pigeon-toed,
stumbles,
cries to see
its bloodied knees
If I open myself to you
like a whore’s bought thighs
and reveal the subtle
truth within my lies,
where is my reward?
Have you kept your word?
But there’s something in your smile,
that keeps me here a while
Yes, I’m in love with ruins
You know I’ve always been
It hangs in the air like justice,
like hungry mob justice
The smoking gun of your goodbye
The wasted breath of my alibi
I came back from the edge of the world
The doors were shut, the windows fast
I returned from the end of the world
and I could not meet my past
How do I remember warmth
how can I remember comfort
Now you’ve left me
here alone
I could never own
your heart,
kept behind skin and bone
I could never keep your heart,
though I thought I did my part
It hangs in the air like justice,
like hungry mob justice
The smoking gun of your goodbye
The wasted breath of my alibi
But there’s something in your smile,
that keeps me here a while
On their 10th record, the Glasgow-based group serves up more wonderfully menacing, gothy synthpop, perfect for dungeon dancing. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023
Darkwave synth that directly addresses our modern dystopian political environment, with proceeds going to the Voting Rights Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2018