it's you and me and the shells of everything that has come before if we keep searching there has got to be a door and I'm not afraid of what is waiting by in the darkness hidden by the color of your eyes myskin is cold and the shadows keep coming 'round to steal our breath it's so hard to watch your back when we're all that's left the sweat on my skin smells of gasoline and you're scratching yourself raw but you're still not clean the air's run out and we're fighting for the last bullet in the gun I always knew I'd be here when it all was done and I'm no prophet but the end is near and god is just another word for what you fear...
Bluesy protopunk in the great Detroit tradition by the city's own the Stools, with dashes of the Stooges, Negative Approach, and the Gories. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2023
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