Rosemilk - Majetic

Ambient misery

So thick it’ll run down the pane

Our room in a rosemilk malaise

After the march

All Oakland arrested in rain

White crane in a glossy gymnasium

Too frail to admit my own grace

The threat to myself

So distant it fit in a phrase

Fuck the police

Thrown to the asphalt

Almost rapturous

Like it sets you apart

But there’s blue

In the bruise

Our boys

Left on you

It swells like a badge

Against your lily complexion

Pity you pawned your guitar for that drum machine

Nobody cries to a drum machine