you can strip me of everything but my music stays with me
like the blood inside my veins, inside it remains
you can tell me anything but know I never agreed to hear every word you say, accept it as belief
you got the best of me
something I didn't see
I must have fled the scene
I never wanna feel this way
you are the worst in me
and it's your blood I bleed
I must have fled the scene
I never wanna feel this way
yelling words in an empty hall, hearing them bounce off the walls
no one in the room to listen to you
and at best you're just miserable and it's all your own fault
pushed everyone away, blamed it on them anyways
The Detroit group fuse dark Americana with pulsing industrial electronics for a potent mix perfect for the goth club floor. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2019
Stef Chura’s debut “Messes” seems straightforward on its surface, but her unpredictable song structures give it depth and edge. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 7, 2017