Masturbation in a winding sheet
Sweat in bulbs drips off your teeth
Harlem streets with wired eyes
You did a tour and now you’re tired
Broke down in front of the VA
Begged them to get you laid
Suffer you will
But thank your stars
No one to kiss your fever scars
Suffer you will
But pray to Christ
Maybe someday you’ll see the light
Suffer you beast
Suffer you beast
Your cavities filled with tobacco smoke
You caressed his hair until it broke
Then you splayed across the bridge
This city just caused you pain
A thousand stairs into a bar your breath
Tasted of jazz and the perfume of death
You, you, oh (sh*t)
Suffer you will
But thank your stars
No one to kiss your fever scars
Suffer you will
But pray to Christ
Maybe someday you’ll see the light
Suffer you will
Sparkling synthpop with an emphasis on high-wattage chords and the kind of melodies that burrow themselves deep in the brain. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2023