don’t know where i left off
or where i laid my head
don’t know who’s sitting here
or what it is he said
wounds of a dilettante
in a set
stepped sideways too far
fallen for a hex
Throw more garbage into the fire
Use your hands to better draw the ire
Let the smog consume the man
When i look, i can’t see
Tell me, do you know who i am?
the mirror’s covered up with scratches from the night
the walls are painted with the handprints of a fight
a dull ache suggests something like a sooth
the hole’s been dug too deep
to excavate the truth
Throw more garbage into the fire
Use your hands to better draw the ire
Let the smog consume the man
When i look, i can’t see
Tell me, DYKWIA?
i can’t see how i look
i don’t know what they took
i’m not sure how to get out
there’s no more rope
Showed the live version of "notha thang" to my mom and she wasn't too happy about it. I could tell that by the way she had a vacant look on her face. BPad
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024