Early Spring from ep by Orations

I'm gonna kiss you, kiss you, kiss you. Violence, please! Like knock, knock, knock your head off the door, head off the door. Suck you up from a bad dream into early spring. As the sumptuous sun wiggles his way into the water. Until the moon comes up from the floor. Like all good daughters and their fathers. je t' adore, je t' adore, je t' adore. You rise from a fight-mare, so exciting; cause' in real life your not fighting. It's your soul versus your mind in ordinary time. Punch a clock and occupy. A Grey flannel suit, suits you fine. Except, I tear it off climb you up to your eyes. We explore the floor for the hunt; your admirability; a trophy to mount. Pushy, push you into the floor. I claim you in muddy boots and camouflage. Push your carcass into the carpet, for a lark. This act speaks more to the imaginary stop signs. Not to the wife's detriment; parameters suffocate your soul. Now you vow to 'figure it out.' But our bodies plot against us. Our mouths moan in full revolution, begging for one another; blood on our tongues.

• Alternative
• chorus
• college rock
• goth
• post punk
• reverb
• Buffalo