Your alpha moves in subtle ways,
Lick your finger turn the page,
Fill the hole with baggage claims,
Sky eyeballs scream your name,
In your corner of the world,
Black mold is stirring in the basement,
The medicine is wearing off,
And now you need entertainment.
Your omega is coming in red hot,
Every corner trapped and caught,
Wear your lemons, crawl in bed,
Ignore the pain inside your head,
Whatever keeps you here,
Is the chemical equivalent of all of your fears.
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023