On hands I crawled here
To release the world
Who hounds that world?
Hands out
All hands up
I’ll answer
The crooked tongue
With a penance, your fee?
You can’t walk soft where they fit in
Now, come in faith
Doubt in tied knots
Some boast and fall
Locked up pose
The world
Discomfort from waste
Defended land
And fake crosses
I was a leper
For the convalesced
All hands up
Years to go
Cry for commenced temple
Count on these flames
A perfect lack
Of course its not faith
Incoming flares
To walk freely from thy confessor
Stretched on a network full of scars
These flames
The Divine Spirit
The Lord reached out
Fuzzy Austin trio follow up their first album in 20 years, released in Spring 2015, with a stomping new EP of noisy rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2016
Effortlessly juggling mood without slowing down or stopping to question themselves, the Singaporean band give new life to an age-old indie ethos. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 16, 2021