It glistens behind their eyes:
The hunger to catch your lies.
Their tongues spitting alibis.
And under each breath,
You can smell death.
You break a truce when the benefit slides.
You make a noose around the innocent prize.
You hide the proof so the people can't fight.
And what do you get
When you lay down your head?
A wretch of regret,
Shaking in sweat.
You realize that your riddles are bribes/
You fantasized til the feelings ran dry.
You masterminded a meaningless life.
You greet god with a brief grudge,
Slick hair, False teeth and a quick judge.
Atmospheric baroque instrumental pop from composer Luke Cissell—complex and carefully constructed but not without a sense of humor or light. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 14, 2020
Originally released in 2020, this future funk banger gets a reissue augmented by a whole host of new tracks with rubbery grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 2, 2022