I smell your blood is tainted
your mind has begun to sink
Unconcious while you're drowning
less aware than you think
Poison poured forth in gallons
as it flows it burns and stinks
And if the world stops turning
it is time for one more drink
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019