Hand-painted and numbered cassettes for the first ever official FFT EP
Includes unlimited streaming of EP1
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
you smell like two am
went back to your place
all the saints adorned the walls
delivering you from grace
i knew i should leave
this could only turn cold
you’re a bad bad girl
and i told you so
under the shadow of doubt i had the whisper of lust
i’m gonna touch you tonight close your eyes in my trust
you said tuck me in my judgement was sound
still i pulled back the sheets
lie down the angels are watching
close your eyes and quit talking
lie down the angels are watching
you can hurt me do whatever you like
your every word was in italic
as they fell from your lips
walls made of broken promises
i won’t fucking fix
you said tell me what to do
i knew right then i was done
of feeling lonely and confused
lie down the angels are watching
close your eyes and quit talking
lie down the angels are watching
you can hurt me do whatever you like
glancing through the curtains
questions on your tongue
spoke in third person
and i’d seen every one
awkward and admitted
you said shut the door when you go
maybe i should’ve reconsidered
lie down the angels are watching
close your eyes and quit talking
lie down the angels are watching
you can hurt me do whatever you like
The industrial-pop project of Los Angeles multi-instrumentalist Dylan Neal (Botanist) flirts with nü-metal blasphemy to catchy effect. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 27, 2021