Built bricks and mortar. Only sons, no daughters, and they would protect her. A shrill beep her every hour to take her dose. She would devour all the poison to cope. Danced when it showered as skin drank the rain, but she wished it were urine. She's tired of trying. She's tired of lying. Leave the light on. Show the neighbours that here lurks the witch of the streets. God bless the thief. God bless relief. She lines up for the Bastard Parade. In one hand her heart, the other a blade. Welcome to the Bastard Parade. We've got two wolves and a sheep deciding what to eat. Hey, you bastard, it's a parade. All that you need is broken at your feet.
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019
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