nothing's in the way you talk, you make rings for both of us. nothing fills the voidless soft, it's all pink chrysanthemum. nothing for the walk from work, school, or charter bus. nothing for your everything, i never did remember much.
when i try to walk away from things my headache hits my tongue. force the blood into my mouth and make those muscles run. i wanna see the epilogue, i wanna see the film reel on, as if it doesn't end, i stay inside my seat, and i don't move a single inch.
nothing's more romantic than forever - but you're allowed to leave the love behind whenever.
nothing is becoming of the two of us. nothing is the only reason you can think of. nothing's in the way you move, i shudder at the thought of leaving you.
kept inside your mother's arms - it's where you belong. reeking of the ones you lost, the ones you're putting on. everything's not far behind, they're in the entourage. everything's still so close by, nothing worth running from. nothing for the things you do, the day is coming soon. nothing of the things you choose are ever coming true.
Terrific goth-y post-punk from Pittsburgh full of knifepoint guitars, threatening atmospheres, and vocals delivered with a scowl. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 10, 2022
TV Priest's second record springs forth with a tension, dynamism, and crunch not often found in this brand of broody, shouty post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2022