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- “Audio Blood” - The Matches (via bethlwest)
Sweating in the dark we’re freed
as the weight of the week
falls away with a thud.
Sweating in the dark we feed
on the forms in the light;
on the floor we’re the flood.
We bleed, we bleed, we bleed
Audio blood.
And all through the week,
whispers follow the shadows down the halls.
Our handstamps fade,
and I cringe at the stupid names we’re called.
Every weekend we are massing,
seeking sonic escape.
The shadows flood the floor
and start to take shape.
This is how we bleed in audio…
let down your skin,
let the wind blow through your veins.
- “Audio Blood” - The Matches (via bethlwest)
