This is a Limited Edition First-Run 12” cut on classic black vinyl.
Released by Misra Records / Peppermint Records
Includes unlimited streaming of Phthalo
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
The salt is sinking into the wound
The grain is singular
From the mouths of babes
I used to think we were time bombs waiting
Our turn just to get our clocks cleaned
Two states over with your thumb out
Walking backwards trying not to count
Instead you watch them all ignore you
Maybe we are grenades
Pin-less
With bright futures
But vulnerable in the hands
Of a stranger who may or may not be aware
How dangerous and incomplete we are