The comedy is finished, the harlequin is dead
Watch on with a thousand yard stare, stomach full of dread
Watch on through the white line fools, the stench of cheap perfume
Of cigarettes, of rotten flesh, of people that aren’t you
Feel the sting of the insta women,
The brain worms of the beatified
The men whose lives are asinine
If you didn’t laugh, you’d cry
I loathe this life
I am dead inside
Stab me in the spotlight, stab me in the front
It’s never just a bleeding heart, it’s willing punishment
Face me to the fourth wall, watch me spill my guts
Howl along the moon is full and no one’s screaming cut
Feel the sting of the insta women,
The brain worms of the beatified
The men whose lives are asinine
If you didn’t laugh, you’d cry
Perfectly gloomy Norwegian goth/post-punk, anchored by a punchy rhythm section and driven by chiming guitar lines and morose vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021
supported by 5 fans who also own “Pagliacci's Dead”
Apt for a Halloween release under whatever form of lockdown we happen to be in - ambient, witch house, industrial, elusive light waits above the darkness underwater... leonpfields