Form/Colour from Pareidolia by Mutes

Future lovers
Strung together
After hours
Lose form & colour
Staring down reflections
Faked abductions
All for writing worth remembering
I am still searching for a way to forget it all
Fresh blood
In bed with the devil you know
You’ll burn for your purpose alone
Only fatal
And unable
From the ashes to the cradle
All your
Promised hours
Years devoured
Stole of every chance to flower
I am still paying for that night I forgot my age
I wished entire worlds away
Don’t rely too heavily on the truth
The soul is spineless by design
And so’s the faith you’ll lose
I cut my teeth on the shadow of days
And I’m running out of ways to drop your name.

• Alternative
• krautrock
• noise rock
• post-punk
• punk
• Birmingham