Enlightenment is a frontal lobotomy.
Until you're gone, I don't want anyone to give it to me.
My friends don't call me anymore.
I miss sleeping underneath you on the floor.
The cut on my leg looks like flowers from your old house.
Morning beers and smokey nights.
I want to press my face against yours,
but I don't live here anymore.
Love is just like my ambitions:
indecisive and unambitious.
I just hope you never forget,
that there's nothing I ever really wanted to be.
The only thing I'll ever miss,
is rain in my ice cream.
Two Italian underground bands join forces: one a scummy, blown-out garage mess with a noise-rock razor in its pocket, one pure alienation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 10, 2016