wake up, sunset of the world in my bedroom
in this box, pieces of culture glued my body
walking, pieces of culture bite me from the roof
the foam of the days, jumping down, metallic raining
plastic fake, dead skin off, full dissected
artificial light
works of them plugged in my brain
i root up and drag down now
works of them plugged in my brain
to the conflagration heat
chlorine, abstract dna, herbs and meat
dehydrated, stabilize, gauged channels
to hell´s, stomach of processionary moths by a kick
leading by, automatic backs and metal traces
living-dead, young men, cries of pain
canvas doesn´t hide
works of them plugged in my brain
i root up and drag down now
works of them plugged in my brain
i root up and drag down now
works of them plugged in my brain
to the conflagration heat
coffee and alcohol atmosphere, then a whistle through my
underdeveloped sense and vomits
carry me sliding from a moth to another moth file, yeah
thousand mouths by side
flashes of light trough my blindness
flashes of shadow gilding me baby
works of them plugged in my brain
i root up and drag down now
works of them plugged in my brain
i root up and drag down now
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
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024