In to us fade,
bright lights and jade.
We see ourselves,
as without age.
Moving forward to the
sun,
Sifting through while
color runs.The face perceiving
breathes and shakes.
My hand is steady,
consuming aches.
But the only thing
that you see in his
eyes,
Is the fear, the reflection
of human less skies.
How can we provide
the idea of me?
Fucking kill myself slow
while I meet with the flees.
Aussie trio Burger Chef dish out a hearty helping of noise rock with a side of d-beat: messy, raw, and oh-so satisfying. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2022