My middle eye, it’s aim is true. When it’s the time for reprimand imagine how sorry…
I want more. I want more you poor bastard. I want more and more faster.
The hawks are out in flocks (the sun, my only sun) ,but I don’t think the leaves are coming back. (The unforgiving sun). The season of the famished beast; of gnashing teeth.
(The sun, the blinding sun). One day it was green, but now it’s not. (The sun, my only sun)
My withered mind, it’s aim is true. Its rage is blind to recognize anyone but you.
The new double EP from Berlin group Jealous is delightfully difficult to pin down—goth-y dark rock that delivers endless chills. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 26, 2021