My lungs burn from running, grab hold of me. You are afraid of dying, when you ask me…Your teeth in skin, the sweet serotonin. You’re already in, my sweet serotonin. Feeling it crawling in, sweet serotonin. I am already gone. Eating the words from my mouth, drain out the bright. Keep craving the high, with drops of life. Can you feel the burn blossom inside.
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024