Only one thing is certain.almost waiting for the sword of Damocles. neither when or how ,unavoidable?
No... not to hurry...indescribable sensation.yes,I'm sensitive under these smooth scales.. here I unwind,here,this treat (actually it could also mean tired of lies)... .
leave it if it ain't the venom that spits ...liquid,creeping, octopuses resistant....tentacles...what do you expect?(it's a kind of play on words in french,I'm playing with rhymes ,tentacules,comment veux-tu (everybody thinks : que je t'encule)
Wouldn't it be funny if Lust only sucked out this piece?
If the senses faint,the essence will still remain...(you could also understand If petrol stops ,the senses remain )
take your armour off, Je t'aime à l'usure....
too difficult for me to translate!
On their 10th record, the Glasgow-based group serves up more wonderfully menacing, gothy synthpop, perfect for dungeon dancing. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023