Get out of my space
Get out of my home
Get out of my lungs
Get out of my bones
All you ghosts come in reminding me
There is no cure for history
I’ll keep biting
I’ll keep bleeding you
I’ll keep tearing and collecting you
I’ll keep digging
I’ll keep pushing through
Until there’s more of me and less of you
Ghost sick...
Get out of my heart
Get out of my head
I cannot think
Among the roaring dead
You are my captors and my disease
So quarantine or set me free
Saw Kanga last night in Houston , instantly was entranced by her sound , sucked me into the Kangakult vortex , so glad I got to see her live , should have looked into her sooner as Gary Numan was so supportive of her on the Revolution tour , oh now it’s time to catch up and get further involved Callum Gray
Irresistibly dark EBM tailor-made for the Halloween season, this is all driving rhythms, midnight synths and ominous vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 21, 2023