Viruette by Viruette

"I dog-eared you" says Ana
"On Primrose Hill, slick like an arriviste
And puzzled like an ingenue
I dog-eared you
We've ossified; you lust on cue
And I seek out exquisite pain - I no longer feel joy
I no longer feel joy
I dog-eared you as a beautiful boy"

Mainline in his adhesive blood
Alabaster Viruette wrests his temple from the rug
In Horatian acclaim to the fear he cannot name
There goes Viruette; alabaster in decay

Ana says "your sedative half-decade
Drew arresting enervation on your face
I painted you by numbers in those mumbling years
You lost your hues and kept your fear
In spite of myself, I lost part of my soul
I confess I feel fine
It's a little life lost, it's whatever
Let's die a little death en masse"

• Rock
• art-rock
• indie
• indie rock
• post-punk
• Boston