While ending the charade, dissolve and rot away. Shallow and early graves for the souls that jesus couldn't save. Mirror mirror on the wall why do I even try at all? Mirror mirror on the wall, a stranger's all I ever saw. Pulling out my hair as if nobody cared. Past my vacant stare, I'm not there. I've learned how you hate me now. I've learned how I hate me.
Chicago indie rockers Nonagon evoke the glory days of ’90s basement shows, sandwiching catchy hooks between swathes of speaker-busting fuzz. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2021