Ive become a ghost. Im hovering above your bed, watching you fuck. With my nose in your crotch, both getting off in the dark. Ive been getting off to this lovely picture for days, while you're fucking Jesus. Im not coming down from this, we're getting fucked on the moon. Ive told you this several times, don't be alarmed, everything is fine. Without a spoken word, i guess ill see you around. Murder! This bitch is dead, throw her over the side. Murder! my elefante is going down. Im not coming home. I took a train and i crashed it in Rome. "Why are you here? I heard they're after you..."
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020