Black Cat from Winner's Cup by BIGHAND//BIGKNIFE

Hungry for the self, fear is down in your bones. Threats and debts in the back of your head and a fear of being alone. Open mouth full of hell, open hands repent. There's something I can see in you like light stripped of its shell. There, it's something I can smell on you, it's in your eyes. It's in your gaze, it's something I've never felt but I think you've come to hate. What you hate adds up to a lot. What hurts you? What's in your core and what pulls down in you? Counting dreams in the air. Seeing heat in your hands. Feeling it in your bones, it's in your eyes. It's in your breathe and then it's something I can never see. Something in your eyes and in your gaze, something I've never felt but something you've come to hate, and it's real - I can feel what is left from where you've come from, is what is left even good for you? Is what you are even good for you?

• DIY
• Noise Rock
• Rock
• Sludge
• Stoner Rock
• post-punk
• Denton