Watch out! as all i touch proves to be worthless
Empty husks that won’t be worth the weight that drags them down and
You can fight it all you want but nothing's there to save you
They’re watching, and all you can do is let them devour you
Vultures, scream in the night
praying for fresh meat, praying for fresh meat
Vultures scream in the night
praying for you to, praying for you to bring out your dead
No one has the Midas touch!
But those that haunt the castle walls
So this is it
my everything
i just want the chance to live carefree
i can’t do this
can’t get through this
i'm not a pawn in your game
feeding back into society
You can see a way to wander through the darkest night
They say the stronger minds have always been the victors here and
Its a shame the spoils get shared amongst all the monsters
When all the peasants drown in their waste
Urchins crawl for the light
praying for fresh meat, praying for fresh meat
Urchins crawl for the light,
praying for you, praying for you to bring out your dead.
No one has the Midas touch!
bar those that haunt the golden shores
So this is it
my everything
i just want the chance to live carefree
i can’t do this
can’t get through this
i'm not a pawn in your game
feeding back into society
Pick the meat from my bones
Only death can guide me home
Pick the meat from my bones
Only you turn me to stone
These nightmares i’m living,
I’m surely awake
it all seems so real,
but the memories are vague x2
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019