Atomised from Atomised EP by monarcom

You can look at yourself every minute,
prescription for your dread.
Look the other way without reflection
in shadows of finesse.

Atomised, erased.
Atomised, erased.

I stand still
in bacchanalian dives.
Out come
the paranoid knives
that could
sever our ties.
Becoming atomised...

Rather be somewhere else tonight,
heard the echoes in the air.
Drop the bombshell on our expectations,
and split to who knows where.


Atomised, erased.
Atomised, erased.

I stand still
in bacchanalian dives.
Out come
the paranoid knives
that could
sever our ties.
Becoming atomised...

• Alternative
• goth
• indie rock
• new wave
• post-punk
• London