Soiled Son from Still Awake by Anilore

Stripping here last night / asking even more
Shutting yourself to keep on your toes / now you’re not too sure
Does this sound any different / does this sound any nearer
Could this be your last intention / could this ever be sure

Stone me for what I hold / I don’t mind being cold
Tell me your words in poison / I want to know

Many times kind words haunt me as your brilliance glows
Many times you struck me as my thick blood flows
So much soil I’ve tasted and I’m ready to fall
Do you mean your every whisper / I’m not so sure

I’ll give you what I hold / I don’t mind being cold
Tell me your words aren’t poison / I want to know

Could this be my last night / I can see no more

• Alternative
• Shoegaze
• New York