Rapture with mahogany tears, we'll take a breath and then murder these vocal chords with sweet gasoline and ether. Politic with the president, a sacred word with a dying heart, my eyes bleed gasoline and ignite lips, an unending dialogue with the demons on the clothesline.
-- Pure skills, baby.
Maybe this guy is just penning gibberish...don't overestimate the verbatum of a young band.
By the way, hype aside, I love these guys like a little brother with a bad haircut...though, admittedly, I do prefer Fever Sleeves.
Rapture with mahogany tears, we'll take a breath and then murder these vocal chords with sweet gasoline and ether. Politic with the president, a sacred word with a dying heart, my eyes bleed gasoline and ignite lips, an unending dialogue with the demons on the clothesline. -- Pure skills, baby. Maybe this guy is just penning gibberish...don't overestimate the verbatum of a young band. By the way, hype aside, I love these guys like a little brother with a bad haircut...though, admittedly, I do prefer Fever Sleeves.