Walk alone, lost inside my worried mind
My every flaw picked apart by hungry eyes
I, the cursed. I, the plagued. The disposable fool
Hurry home, lock the door, tend my deepest wounds
And there's nothing I can do
No there's nothing I can do
I change the bandage when it bleeds through
But there's nothing I can do
Avoid the light when I can, it's the source of the pain
In the shadows of the night I am born again
When day breaks, night fades, all that's left is the moon,
Hurry home, lock the door, tend my deepest wounds
And there's nothing I can do
No there's nothing I can do
I change the bandage when it bleeds through
But there's nothing I can do
My original sin is that I live
It's my original sin they won't forgive
supported by 17 fans who also own “My Original Sin”
A lovely EP with a mix of label-mates like Night Sins and Captive, a goth-y 'Mezcal' era Swervedriver and a nice coloring of Sisters Of Mercy. This EP is kind of like all-night-bar-dark-eyes stoically wincing at the morning light. Really good stuff. brantly
Layering guitars and saxes over synths and drum machines, this Oakland duo's darkwave is as melodically potent as it is texturally rich. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2024
supported by 16 fans who also own “My Original Sin”
♠️Woaw... again some good eighties goth dark reminiscence. Dancing drums bring joy to the darkest side. And Darkwave is still alive. Thanks "FoReVeR" 🌹 Jack music Life