i sit up in my watchtower
it is made of rotting oak
cut down by the chainsmokers in plaid
up here i watch all my friends move around
i notice they move in a cycle
i get to watch them breathe and breathe
sometimes i shout down compliments
make them feel they are right
sometimes i whisper poetry
make them feel i'm not right
i sit up in my watchtower
within the clouds
and the smog seeps up and fills my lungs
up here i wonder if my friends
ever do look up
i notice that they never have
i get to watch them walk away, in droves
i get to watch them walk away
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024