Sorrow in the city
All love has left
Sidewalk split by shadow
Daylight obscured
The modern world is a shrine to death
Spirit imprisoned til there’s nothing left
Disguised as progression and sold off as virtue
The prison of sadness will never desert you
Everywhere I go you are there
Everywhere I go you are there
If I had tits, I'd get a job as a stripper. I'd be known as the crying stripper. I'd do my mascara all up like I've been crying and strip to nothing but Cold Cave's She Reigns Down. I'm convinced I'd do well. the vinyl sounds fantastic. currently my favorite band. Chesty Vulva
The Idaho crushers take straight-edge hardcore to scorching, animalistic extremes on their most accomplished release yet. Bandcamp New &... Notable Mar 11, 2025