numb to everything
everything I can see
ever eye that has seen me
lost floating through routine
my skin goes pale I taste blood already
the sun goes down she waits to start
her touch is cold and her weapon deadly
it was the whip that left the mark
raw electricity
from someone with no pity
the existential worry
is crashing the limousine
my skin goes pale I taste blood already
the sun goes down she waits to start
her touch is cold and her weapon deadly
it was the whip that left the mark
This late ’90s shoegaze record gets a full remaster on the advent of its 25th anniversary, its woozy melodies brighter than ever. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 26, 2021