Life’s impending doom
why you think I sleep past noon
Shoot me to the moon
wanna change my point of view
Beat me black and blue
say I stole your soul from you
I’d walk a mile in your shows until the fucking sole wears through
Living is the hardest thing I do
String me along make me see it through
Pour salt in my wounds
Don’t let me bleed out too soon
The night is when I move don’t fuck what reminds me of you
If life is seeing it through I’m lost on what to do
Question every move and I got nothing left to lose
I care until I’m through and there’s no one home for you
Living is the hardest thing I do
String me along make me see it through
Pour salt in my wounds
Don’t let me bleed out too soon
Don’t let me bleed
Don’t let me bleed out too soon
Make me see it through
Pour salt in my wounds
Pour salt in my wounds
Pour salt in my wounds
Pour salt in my wounds
Pour salt in my wounds
credits
from CROP,
released October 25, 2021
Andrew Beauvier
Braun Dabney
Marc Phillips
Zach Hunter
The latest from this one-man sludge metal project from Baltimore is discordant, spacious, and as heavy as a full group could ever be. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2019