10 Bands To Catch At Mångata Festival 2025
We call for paradise, unperfected and wild.
We call for paradise, unperfected and wild.
My lover is the hanged man.
We will sleep in these rivers.
It’s saccharine, this sacrament of lies.
Sisters, we’ve waited a hundred years for this.
Not your carbon copy, baby.
Left out adrift in a glass casket.
We’re at the crest of the shit-wave, baby.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m so lonely without you.