Half my life’s devotion
Went to a Holy Ghost.
At fifteen years I felt the motion,
Took my soul and I left the Host.
Why can’t I believe in what I feel,
Is that not enough?
Terrified, a child confronting hell;
Therein lies the gulf.
Why can’t I believe them, why can’t we all belong?
Why must I receive them, the white crosses on my door?
Eyes exuding pain, unrequited love
Hanging from a cross.
The summer sun relinquishes my fear of death,
And I think of God.
You tell me, ‘Defiance’, and I know
Because I have a heart.
Still, I want to feel a part of something else,
Sacrificial love.
Why can’t I believe them, why can’t we all belong?
Why must I deceive them, the white crosses on my door?
Your bleeding… heart.
Conceiving, we’ll never part.
Congealing, I feel it start.
Their bleeding, their bleeding hearts.
The insanity built up in a morality;
The insanity of what could be a lie.
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024
Its exquisite sense of order parallels that of a physical theory. Science is the organization of our knowledge in such a way as to command more of nature's hidden potential. Likewise do these notes command our coldbeats in step with our heartbeats. The Human Remains