Priest from June by Danny Christmas

The vein caught a bigger deal than the space that they can waste, A life of a priest I thought was starting to begin, Well off with your children books the bible's to you songs, A play now that I control a page that's lacking words.
Look, shook, a backwards stare that you can't fail to miss. The crook of your facial bone a china bowl of shit, That's fast to be modified for a host that's caving in, And cling to your newest suit and watch him flip it's switch.
Stand in motion glow I hope you feel fine. Beating me out of a race we had tied, I tried.
And learn from second time the ground hinted at it, A change in chameleon friends a rotation of fat, And losing ain't shit to me been numbing absent fits, We'll all applaud the loner man who never lost his shape.
Stuck in motion glow I hope you feel fine, Beating out the thought with every click of time, I hope you think me fly by in your mind, I hope he swallows my inside's, my crooked ride, I'll drive.

• Alternative
• Indie Alternative Rock
• basement
• indie
• Hawthorne