An appropriate opening salvo for the Roaring 20s... a beautiful dark and ambient expression from Scrimshaw to you...
Despite the years
Screaming at forgotten fears
Bloody tears
Its even worse than it appears
Heres my rate
Go rip it from the fuckin sleeve
Dont believe
And dont receive no reprieve
Heave away
Cast off all the goddamn lines
Shadowplay
Never pay their goddamn fines
Breath in the air
But try not to care
A pinch of desire
A pound of despair
The look on your face
Why so serious?
Youre dying nonetheless
Dying nonetheless
How it ends
Is only Isaacs guess
His life is a total mess
Aloysius in the flesh
The shit is hella fresh...
Hella fresh...
Been dead for years
But still a head above my peers
Endless jeers
theyre still wet behind the ears
Fears of joy
Coming from the boys of soy
A useless ploy
A genre of music I have to destroy