From our forthcoming EP, Block Your Ears / Shield Your Eyes.

Come Crawing

Released 2013
Drums and bass recorded by Forbes Coleman @ Audiobeach Studios
Additional recording and production by Visualante

05 Kingdom Of The Blind

04 The Great Divide

03 Orphan Eyes

02 Traps

01 Victim

06 Yield To The Night

Written by Liam McMillian, Oli Spleen, Cod Riverson + Cookie
Recored and Produced by Rob Quickenden @ Ford Lane Studios

June 2014

Home

Days

With our glasses raised, we dancers fall
Into this parade, this burlesque ball
Join the carnival of strange grotesques
Each one of us hides behind a mask

Could I grow to love you if you took of your disguise
Maybe then I’d see the life and longing in your eyes
You could free my mind of everything that’s fake and false
Take me in your arms and lead this waltz

Spinning round I’ve found I’m in a trance
All I know to do is dance and dance
Each one of us finds our different paths
Everyone behind our different masks

Could you grow to love me if I took of my disguise
Maybe I’d reflect to you the weakness you despise
Maybe then you'd see the lies in lines upon my face
All my foolish flaws and mad mistakes

The stage is set we take our place
Bound in a violent embrace 
Your words like wine rush to my head
My mask is slipping now from something that you said

And when the dance has ended and we take our curtain call
As we once ascended, so each one of us must fall
Fall behind the curtain in a melancholy daze
Fall into the dark with glasses raised


Masquerade

Oh we’re all so fatalistic
Nihilistic, narcissistic
Paint your pretty face in lipstick
Block your ears and shield your eyes

Life is cruel and unforgiving
And death scares me, as does living
How long can this heart keep giving
Knowing that it’s doomed to die

To die
And some alone
With no one to call our lover 
And nowhere to call our home

We’re doomed to die
And some in pain
With only this sense of failing
Feeling we have lost the game

Some for their lies
Some by the truth
Some by the blade
Some by the noose
Some when they’re low
From somewhere high
We’re all doomed to die

Oh we’re all so fatalistic
Pessimistic, fetishistic
Self-appointed, self-styled misfits
Kill our gods and wonder why

Why there’s nothing to believe in
Only loneliness and grieving
And the sense we’ll soon be leaving
Everyone is doomed to die

To die
And some alone
With no one to call our lover 
And nowhere to call our home

And you, and you, and you, and I 
We’re all doomed to die

Some lost at sea
Some lost in flame
Some lost to all
Devoid of name
Some go to war
But those who survive
Are still doomed to die
All domed to die

An early grave
Or of old age
Some when it’s calm
Some in a rage
Some in their prime
Of suicide
All doomed to die
All doomed to die
All doomed to die
All doomed to die


Pink Narcissus