Watching pornography & pondering the stars
I flirt with infinity & worship the scars
Striving to strive to tear myself apart
From the contagion reducing life to a menial task
But it’s so hard, usually I’d rather die
& the days of respite are spent keeping me alive
Sometimes they don’t seem good until you’ve seen worse
& the fury rises, having to search, we shouldn’t have to learn
Life should be liberty & liberty a given
& the purest of lives I know would still be strife-riven
Mourning evanescences is part of the texture
Men fall like hail, but why weave your own veil?
The essence of morning grimaces at filaments
Incandescent pages blinding us to the surrounding leaves
Veins coursing rivers causing shimmers through all time
Encapsulated in a moment, in a rhyme, by an open mind
The enigmatic punk-rap duo of Justin Pearson (The Locust, Swing Kids) and hip-hop producer Luke Henshaw make their long-awaited return. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2024