Faces glowing under hideous sunsets.
Broken hands holding on for dear life.
I'm not ashamed to admit I hope only one of us survives.
A force, a compulsion, like hunger or gravity.
This cloud of gas and dust ain't big enough for both of us.
There are storms underneath the surface that can kill for twenty years after.
This cloud of gas and dust ain't big enough for both of us.
An extensive compilation of metal, hardcore, punk, and folk songs benefitting reproductive justice non-profits around the world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 3, 2019