murmured deceit is in my head
ravenous hunger see my ribs
frostbitten fingers over me
winding desperation smell the meat
my skin crawls
across my bones
misanthropic senses that now own
lurid visions flash like strobes
what's eating you?
I guess it's me
violent aspirations
you'll soon see
just skin and bones
that's all I am
depravity wanders in winter dead
my tattered lips mutter, the color red
what's eating you?
I guess it's me
violent aspirations
you'll soon see
do what it takes to make ya hate me
do what it takes to make ya hate me
do what it takes to
do what it takes to
do what it takes to make ya hate me
violent aspirations
you'll soon see
Guitars so jagged you could cut yourself on them and sneering spoken/sung lyrics make “Red Dirt” a post-punk powerhouse. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023