Electric Wastebasket from Untitled by Daumier

Lust not lost
Pass the ache
Fade, fray
Last brigade
Fly, fall
Dripping out
Stay, claim
Cast it all away

A way to kill the young
Without catch or remorse
Repay, collate
Bodies in decay
Mow down rose bush
And swear that there were thorns
I fall, I scream
I shoot who I'm told

Clanking tanks and oxygen
Pulsing bulbs across the way
Sputtered words die in their throats
Draining what it means to pray

Passing fast the false avoid
Molten dolts cry out in pain
Crackling static in the air
Just can't seem to find a vein

Dying at play
The sky apologized for rain
Fall like eyes
Everywhere we ache and die
Electric wastebasket

• Punk
• hardcore punk
• math punk
• post-hardcore
• Cincinnati