we were a collide of souls
we tore apart our skin
a scene so obscene
damaging from our scars
We were beauty slaughtered down
a grotesque misunderstanding
we played the game of fuck and kill
though it was never enough
All my vices are all used up
I know I've done this to myself
Now that I am all used up
I am far to gone for help
We are angels, we are ghosts
we don't exist
We are angles, we are ghosts
Caught in a myth
We are angels, we are ghosts
we don't exist
We are angles, we are ghosts
This is your myth
I have let slip
forgot what I was to do
I used up all your fucking lines
Just to forget you
The drugs have no affect
the effects are damaging
I cant see this world worth living
I can never forgive
All my vices are all used up
I know I've done this to myself
Now that I am all used up
I am far to gone for help
We are angels, we are ghosts
we don't exist
We are angles, we are ghosts
Caught in a myth
We are angels, we are ghosts
we don't exist
We are angles, we are ghosts
This is your myth
This is your myth
Nothing can destroy us
we don't exist
Nothing can control us
caught in a myth
A stellar cast of artists put their own shadowy spins on recent Bestial Mouths material—toward the goth club floor or into pure noise. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2021