A path as long as the shadows tall
I still have too much pride to crawl
Purple sky now streaked with red
Reluctantly, I turn my head
Moon starts to rise in the sky and I see
By the light of a thousand pale yellowy eyes
Hanging in the trees, making trails in the breeze
No one there to cover me
The branches and the stars do a terrible dance
As above so below, did I ever have a chance?
All this time I thought you were under my trance
But now you're after me
Whoa, whoa
A path as long as the shadows tall
In these cursed woods of
Time's slowing down and my feet don't make a sound
Against the ivy and the vines that are trying to pull me down
Air's getting thick, getting harder to breathe in this
Entropy-turned killing spree
Not in a position to make any demands, all the same
It's a shame that I don't understand
The constellations or the mazes of this fucked up land
Emotional quicksand
Whoa, whoa
A path as long as the shadows tall
Have I reached the gallows hall?
Sydney group Bloods decamped to Seattle to make this brief, punchy EP that pairs punk attitude with sky-high hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2020