morning rising fabric sword floating empty lightning storms maybe someday maybe so maybe ninety years ago and i m the story she s the climax it s a tragedy singing wake and superstitious spells of denim jeans young and dark and cold melt together shaky lips you know i wanna try it do you wanna try it nothing s ever what it seems i wanna try it do you wanna try it nothing s ever what it seems whether i am spellbounded blood of the moon surrounded nothing s ever what it seems enter lover give me haunts kill me use me do what you want righteous vixen always high take my dreams and leave them to dry  speak to you in memories and you could rituals visions of rose gardens of hell sexual bewitching our gaze young and so darling you know i wanna try it do you wanna try it nothing s ever what it seems do you wanna try it i wanna try it nothing s ever what it seems yeah blood of the moon surrounded whether i am spellbounded nothing s ever what it seems yeah
['indie garage rock', 'socal indie']