The First Hit.
There's no Graze.
Still Painful.
Will It End?
A Blank Wall.
My Blood Pumps.
My Skin Burns
And Itches
And Ripples.
It Must Be Midnight.
Colour is replaced with grays.
Speech gives way to guttural yelps.
Outside in the park not far away,
lovers cuddle under a warm wonderful full moon.
(This Midnight society is taking on the world)
But here, in the dark
in the grime of a tunnel
which runs not far from the door to hell itself.
There is only fear.
Isolate me.
I deserve It.
Malevolance.
Come and curse me.
Isolate me.
I deserve it.
Malevolence.
Come and curse me
For what I´ve done.
For all the sorrow I put you through,
For all the words that were not true,
For all the blind faith I exploited,
All the glistening. I destroyed it.
I just can´t win, can´t win this raging war deep inside.
I am held down, held down by the black hands of the night.
Mother Midnight won´t make eyes see, but look up, no longer blind.
Can´t comprehend, comprehend this dull affliction.
i deserve, deserve sinister malediction.
Mother Midnight won´t make eyes see, but look up, no longer blind.
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019