there's no one coming over
there's nothing left to lose
nothing but what you say will come back to you
black eyed swans fly
through the fire in your eyes
unholy, you saw me
punch drunk in your sleep
but once it dies you cannot bring it back to life,
you'll see
that the names all get erased
& the faces get replaced to me
shapely, you're in my way
there's dead gardens in your place
unholy. unholy. unholy. unholy.
Kansas City trio Flooding draw out the more mystical qualities of slowcore and noise rock for a heavy sound that's less stony than doom. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2023