martyrs on your bedroom wall, drunken rats that slur every song. outchanged and on a bend. shit starts here and is never gonna end. so let down all your guards. a blunt to the winner and the cuban cigars.
when smoke fills my lungs, blackened thoughts fill my head, till all i envision is dead. i'm lost in a cyclone with no friends and no hope.i wish there was someone else who can see my ghost.
im too mad for you
just maybe you'll see me,front screen of the t.v.
know what im preaching, i wrote what your reading.
St. Louis DIY stalwarts Shady Bug's latest EP is languid, low-key indie rock that combines warm dream pop tones with alt-rock crunch. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2023