These situations where I want control
Are corrupting myself actively
But I will pretend everything
For a question of personal vitality
I could spend my days staring at a dead tree
Or looking for a needle in the hay
Forgetting to leave and so to receive
The grace from another disgrace
These situations where I want control
Are corrupting myself actively
But I will pretend everything
For a question of personal vitality
It's a sort of wall
That separates my all
From having opportunities
My life in hand, my quest lost in sands
It's nothing but Senility
I'm running from underestimating time
Since I was born
But now you can't tell me
That I am late
Cause delayed is my time
All your emotions
And all your suggestions
Are reasoning me to walk
So no I can't run, I can't totally run
Because we need to talk
Pushing away all the dirty placesThat you visited
Memory is something new every time
Something not too granted
It follows the line
That chaotic line
Of my mind that is blended
I'm sorry for this
I'm so sorry for me
My personality is rented
♠️Woaw... again some good eighties goth dark reminiscence. Dancing drums bring joy to the darkest side. And Darkwave is still alive. Thanks "FoReVeR" 🌹 Jack music Life
New on Play Alone Records, Death Instinct are able to capture sweeping goth drama with a relatively minimal, spacious post-punk palette. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 9, 2019