[ •• ] .. Leather clings like a second skin;
Sweat pools where chaos meets rhythm.
The guitar doesn’t sing seethes, snarling
through amplifiers like a beast stitched.
Sweat pools where chaos meets rhythm.
The guitar doesn’t sing seethes, snarling
through amplifiers like a beast stitched.
I Tune Myself In Distortion,
Bleed In Bars And Bridges,
And Fall Asleep Drunk On Echo.
No Halos. No Heroes, Just Riffs That Bite Back, And Nights That Never Ask For Morning. ─────EST. 80’ s.
Bleed In Bars And Bridges,
And Fall Asleep Drunk On Echo.
No Halos. No Heroes, Just Riffs That Bite Back, And Nights That Never Ask For Morning. ─────EST. 80’ s.
