No one looks at
your conscience
no higher forces
they are liars
abandoned on the field to play this game
to torment and betray for a breath of air
we are just decaying flowers under the sun
we blossom only once to caress someone's hands
afraid to die? Or be afraid to stay alone
lose the things that you loved. they laugh at your face, you’re not the one
hands are so rough
words are so stale
where is the truth
if flowers wither
flowers fade
we are just decaying flowers under the sun
we blossom only once to caress someone's hands
afraid to die? Or be afraid to stay alone
lose the things that you loved. they laugh at your face, you’re not the one
on and on and on /we are afraid of this
on and on and on /we are afraid of this
on and on and on /we are afraid of this
on and on and on
Who made us? Who hates us?
Only ourselves
We all play the role of Gods
they escape from hidden place
to still be hiding from something
they are all afraid of this God
Who made us? Who hates us?
Only ourselves
We all afraid of this. Fools!
An ambitious reboot of ’00s sasscore—with a manic personality to match— SeeYouSpaceCowboy's Pure Noise debut brings the chaos. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 25, 2019