In the air, alright
Limp wrists swinging dynamite
The kid has come undone
A wild beast with no where to run
Gray spooks haunt the empty stairwells
Garbage lines the empty streets
Another season of discord please
Put your money up
You know i will win it
if there was a cup
Shoot the gate like lightning
A yes in a maybe world
Three cheers suicide kid
When the word got out
mouths moved; nothing came out
The girls crossed their legs up high
We took a pull and the whole city sighed
Sull hearts wept from aching bottoms
to the conquer of the rat-trap maze
Another bout of madness
Oh yeah
It's on to me
In the air, all the talk
is on the streets
With unbridled spirits, sharp minds, and grungy post-rock hooks for days, the UK band expand upon their atmospheric, heavy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2024