Shear from Hell Ya by Club Night

we owned into our adventure as we leapt
from the rock into the cold salt of the ocean
and we navigate every dark plume that we see

how do you find their grip
that is a simple question
would you cut the anchors from your ankles or
rather let them grizzle your stupid face

oh how I was reminded of how she hummed her heat
a necking verse of mouth and promise

I find these times very interesting
like a pack of feral dogs coughing in fits
the glittering arc of my neck
I can’t seem to catch between my callused hands

oh how I was reminded of how she hummed her heat
a necking verse of mouth and promise

the rain blistered down in the trash while I just laid there
before you woke to study all the choirs of your breath

• Experimental
• Pop Punk
• emo
• math rock
• noise rock
• synthpop
• Oakland