I wanna help you
Are you there
Or maybe there's nothing to fear
I'll raise my chin
And count to three
Break down the door just to be near
Don't wonder
Wash your hand across the face
With whip and strike you to your knees
You rise advancing hold in your hand
The scythe you borrow from me
Which you'll never never need
Oh, spare me acting like a god
I gotta get your head to nod
Spare me acting like you got this
I'm so glad to hear you swear
Cross your heart, cross your
I wanna help you
Are you there
I haven't yet made myself clear
I'll be a friend
And count to three
Then get you the hell out of here
Sparkling synthpop with an emphasis on high-wattage chords and the kind of melodies that burrow themselves deep in the brain. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2023