breathing dust of red crows
underneath the sheets
scream the vowels of pleasure
to dislocate the chin
building walls of expectations
reaching only till the knees
advancing the clock
smell the treasure
dripping slowly down the feet
Down is where i'm leading the arrows
every thought is speaking through your waist
even god is dreaming with perfection
maybe a flood would make us pretend
and again, reach the end
got the drips in fire?
condescending lady friend
now its time to miss the air
and pushing to the exit
we build a crystal place... to break
Down is where i'm leading the arrows
every thought is speaking through your waist
even god is dreaming with perfection
maybe a flood would make us pretend
No need for words
just wet your lips
get my spring
washing down the stars
get rid of a ghost
and do our routine
with knives and cream
sharpened by the clock
become the drug
that works for me
but nothing's free
and will destroy us
Down is where i'm leading the arrows
every word is melting down your legs
even god forgot to use protection
maybe a flood would make us pretend.
A stoner-rock opera with dystopian themes, the Italian band's third LP fuses apocalyptic fury with psychedelic splendor. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 29, 2023