Pull out all my terror with some exfoliation would you?
I’m in need of some good news.
Lately in the mirror it’s me, but with a dirty sensation, bet there’s grime in the glass
I know that something’s working through pockets of confusion
I don’t wanna feel nervous hanging around.
Bite fingers till they’re neutered,
A butt on a computer
Is it the lack of purpose bringing me down?
Wear your accolade like a crown
Inhuman representation, I know just where you stand
What’s the chances it turns to shit, the over under on it dissolving there in your hands?
I’ve seen the pretty vermin!
The monsters that they’re serving!
I always wonder why they’re hanging around.
They’re fighting with the stupor!
Roll tape on the computer!
Are you are who you are when the lights have gone out?
I know that something’s working through pockets of confusion
I don’t wanna feel nervous hanging around.
Bite fingers till they’re neutered,
A butt on a computer
Is it the lack of purpose bringing me down?
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I'm rarely in awe. High Horse set something right in my brain that had been wrong for a while. Unexpected beauty, even in the ugly truths we have to face. modestwriggles
The Philadelphia group sharpen their hooks and internal dyanmics for a fun and non-dorky take on power pop anyone can get behind. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2024