Monuments from Octave by Hello Whirled

say what you want to
it won't make the bleeding stop
you don't know you don't know
the data's in your favor
miracles happen only when you look away
left in the rain and never seen again

you'll trust anyone
if they let you stay comfortably inside

red stained monuments
breached with paint
bombs in armor
fuck your saints

do the job we ask of you and call it quits
act as if it's all it's wanted and take your leave
celebrated by the uninvolved gold medals
leaving us to sit around and grieve

you'll trust anyone
if you never have to confront your inconsistencies

red stained towers
bleached with art
static powers
fall apart

you'll trust anyone
if your history remains untrue

fuck your monuments
fuck your chains
fuck your towers
fuck your saints

• Alternative
• experimental
• lo-fi
• noise rock
• post-punk
• slop pop
• Philadelphia