GIG REVIEW: Poppy – The Last Disagreement
Bury me six feet deep, cover me in concrete, turn me into a street.
Bury me six feet deep, cover me in concrete, turn me into a street.
If you’re living in the minute here’s your mother fucking anthem.
You dig a little deeper just for the hell of it.
With every decision phased and finalized, I keep descending,
And no one remembers my face, my name.
If not now, then when?
Kill me now, ’cause I’m an animal.
Shed your modesty.
I know where I’m going; it’s black country out there.
There is beauty in tragedy.