Warrior girl at the front of the line
streaks of grey, tired eyes
never let them see you're terrified.
In the garden of eden, tricks were played
but you ate the man, then you ate the snake.
"You will never take my name."
Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither were her scars
a victim of a slow burn with a matchstick heart.
"I fear the flame, but for gasoline I thirst,
I'll drink till my death to end this curse."
There was snow on the ground when you opened the door
and handed her the key.
"Break the locks, run away, I can't save myself from me."
It's not that I fear falling, I'm afraid of being paralyzed
and maybe I'm not strong.
Baby, I'm not strong,
I'm just scared of being found hanging from your every word
hovering..
Baby, I'm not strong, I'm just scared of being found
hanging from your every word
swinging from the rafters.
Ce disque me rappelle les Rage against the machine, fatalement. Mais la musique me plaît davantage, car plus hardcore. Il y a du riff pour des mois. gregory duveau
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020