Warm flesh
on a cold dead night
bind me up and make me lose sight
castrate me
activate fight or flight
because i know you only call
in the middle of the night
you keep me waitin
im in indecision
ya know it burns like
needin
penicillin
ashes to ashes
and uh dust to dust
bind me to you
and take away my lust
lock it
lock it up
lock it
how long must
we fall from grace
just to enter
another arms race
find another
just to take my place
cuz did ya really think i'd be here to stay
Hand me the rope
and i'll do myself
just for you and nobody else
so hit me up
if ya wanna be free, but
first ya gotta hang me
from the family tree
Sao Paulo's Futuro return with another high-energy, perfectly rough-around-the-edges punk EP that effortlessly balances melody and speed. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 15, 2020