The deep pocket owned more, more than its worth.
Folds of material wrapped around.
With her lazy hand hidden beneath the earth,
her tongue sat in the palm of her hand.
Her body, metal, bent out of shape.
Her metal figure she can’t escape.
But can she ask for darkness so she can see the light?
Can she ask for scars without the will to fight?
Her concrete life she feared to change
and to focus on the unseen.
An invisible King she wants to transform,
to make him just some thing.
Folds of material wrapped around, wrapped around
her body, metal, bent out of shape.
Her metal figure she can’t escape.
But can she ask for darkness so she can see the light?
Can she ask for scars without the will to fight?
Missouri crushers wax poetic against a backdrop of post-hardcore guitar heroics, pop-punk vocals, and metalcore rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 22, 2024