(My dignity in my mouth, jade plate, spring dew
Smoke snaking through air, imperials tearing apart my home behind me
War torn bitter winter, swollen eyes, no longer visualizing recovery
The sun massacred the tomorrow
For these reasons i will never sing for you
No matter how much pain you make for me
Ill never bow to a fascist
I am an opera, i am a song
A type of winter plum untouchae by reality
You would never save my head
But there is an immaterial type of
Determination, that is anger and bitterness solidified
That cannot be extinguished)
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Beautifully moody art rock from Virginia that recalls the dark glory of bands like Echo & the Bunnymen and Psychedelic Furs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2020