Not one more word tonight, between here and there, we’ll put a distance the size of the ocean so now this heart can beat a skipping rhythm. As the cadence carries me I almost drift a way far enough to forget that when it comes you cannot hesitate. And when found I will write an account and seal it in an envelope addressed to your last know residence. And we sink, and we drown, and what is lost can never be found, well these arms did swim until the lungs pulled in, the panic was lost in a deep understanding that you will see what is wrong with everything, what is wrong with you and me, they make all the right reasons to fuck it up, you’re gonna fuck it up.
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