d i s t r i c t . o f . c o l u m b i a

1 0 . s e p t e m b e r , 2 0 1 9

n e x t

d i s c o g r a p h y

f i l m

m e r c h a n d i s e

c o n t a c t

f a c e b o o k

i n s t a g r a m

t w i t t e r

y o u t u b e

i'm just another at your shrine

a dime a dozen

resigned to cooperate and to comply,

but my time is coming

the line (is) ever growing less defined...

you're ripe for the pluckin'

this slow duress, designed

to take you by surprise

(new amsterdam)

the queen is dead, this night has opened my eye-eyes

(new amsterdam)

outside, trembling along the drive

you cry and crumble

then dive deep into my shit brown eyes

my pie is humble

this slow duress, designed

to take you by surprise

(new amsterdam)

the queen is dead, this night has opened my eye-eyes

(new amsterdam)

let's rig our beds and drive, and leave this town behind

if more is less than why am i satisfied?