dead animals in america
strewn, horrible
ever in my vision
it's a sin of mine
walking in crooked straight lines
dead animals in america
still, skeletal
oh the rigid bones of birds of flight behind
belly up and open wide
fidgety humans
innumerable
and outside they all lie
now I chase light
catching dead bodies in the dark
my feet upon this land of graves
dead animals in america
she kicks stones in a parking lot
his big bones and headphones
things begotten rot alone
fidgety humans
innumerable
and outside they all lie
the wind is keeping all its secrets
and inside we all lie
now I chase light
catching dead bodies in the dark
now I make light
my feet upon this land of graves
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