ALBUM REVIEW: black midi – Cavalcade
With vigour they scratch red spots, overwhelmed by their king.
With vigour they scratch red spots, overwhelmed by their king.
Deadweight gets left behind, trim the fat, cut the ties.
I could leave this house but I won’t, there’s an echo that seems to live on.
Upset the sickness.
A trip to the parts of your mind you didn’t know exist
Mold beauty out of clay, write words for me to say.
So many people talking, but nobody’s listening.
Eat the affluent, curb your temperament.
We were born for one thing, born to face the greatest fear of all.