Hex from HEX by Craig H

Put your mouth to my ear

The summer sun isn’t heating anyone
Some kind of hex, tumultuous cold
I have lost count of all the bleeding hearts
Who profess they’re made of gold

Put your mouth to my ear
And I will hear

Amidst upheaval colder in Russia
Some kind of hex, I lay at your feet
But I sing to your face, and these drifts are stirring
My inferiority with your master race

Put your mouth to my hear
And I will hear

We all pass the pipe
We all suck that life
We all sip the cup, motherfucker

Sink like a stone
Sweat in the glove
I found out
The bruises of love

- Craig H

• Alternative
• acoustic
• dirge pop
• electronic music
• experimental pop
• independent
• Edmonton