You have a morbid personification of life
View it all as a representation of strife
The answer's behind the door
With the light bleeding on the floor
Personality's no accurate depiction of man
Though charming he wont hesitate to cut of your hand
We all fill up on the news
Because we're drawn to having personal blues
Tryna' be a Pagan
Run off to the coast
But I only find there
Triton's turned into a ghost
He's left his host
The rain is falling it is weeping right on top of my
Its lead and fire it's like shattering the voice of the dead
The way we've treated our marble I would call it a sin
Our explanations and rationalizations are thin
The sunlight hits my face
It foreshadows the fate of the race
Tryna' be a Pagan
Run off to the coast
But I only find there
Triton's turned into a ghost
He's left his host
Sydney group Bloods decamped to Seattle to make this brief, punchy EP that pairs punk attitude with sky-high hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2020