NEWS: Static Dress Announces “A Live Death Display”
Cut out the noise to let the art speak.
Cut out the noise to let the art speak.
You’re always here, you’re all I hear.
What if tomorrow never comes?
As I lay here with you may this moment always last.
Scattered like petals, burning from my grasping hands
matricide for the pockets weight, it’s etched in my fucking veins.
Truth is never wrong, time is never right.
I’m swallowing my fate, what’s left to change?
Settle down now, would you behave? God, for once, just act your age.